Reggie, tell about your steamboat days.All the way from Martha's to Selma.On Warrior River.On Mr. Picking Boat.My boss man, the name is Mr. Will.My straw boss, the name is Jim.When we go unload fertilizer, we have to go down the hill and walk up tall steps.And every time you come up from the top and throw it down,the fellow will tell you when he comes a-calling.You go get your sack, say,Whoa back, buddy, whoa back.I got a cold chair to fit your bag.Walk on up the still and throw it down.BAM!Say, that ain't a right sack, hurry back.Here goes the next buddy,Whoa back, buddy, whoa back.I got a cold chair to fit your bag.Rice on up the still, bam, bam, baam.Throw it down here, hurry back.That's the wrong sack, him dead-calling.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,we got a cold chair to fit your bag.Rice on up the still, ride down, baam,hurry back, that's the wrong sack.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,We got a cold chair to fit your bag.Bill of cotton on that and back then.Up there, throw it down, bam, hurry back.That's the wrong bill, ain't got no bill yet.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,We got a cold chair to fit your bag.Barrel of oil they put on that and back.Right up there, then they throw it down,Bam, that's the wrong barrel, go bring me the cag.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,We got a cold chair to fit your bag.Turn your back around, he put in a barrel of sugar on your bag.Right there, throw it down, bam,That's the wrong barrel, go bring me the cag.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,We got a cold chair to fit your bag.Right back down there, barrel of lard or something,Right on your back, go right back and throw it down.So go back and bring me the pig, you just bought it short.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,I got a cold chair to fit your bag.Right down there, they put a ham of beef on your bag.Throw it down, bam, that's the wrong piece.Go back and bring me a whole cow.Whoa back, buddy, whoa back,We got a cold chair to fit your bag.That's the wrong piece, bam,That's the wrong piece, bam,Go back and bring me the captain here,That's the last go, that's directly.Do you mean that one man could carry a whole bale of cotton?A whole bale of cotton, if you can't carry a whole bale of cotton,You ain't got a job on that.They examined all the men there to see,Can they tote it, and if you can't tote it,They won't hire you on the job.Examined them through and through, lungs and everything,To see can you stand this heavy existence.If you ain't directly tote your load,They ain't gonna have you on the job at all.Well, one man couldn't carry a barrel of sugar, could he?Well, it's a whole lot different than men.Some can't carry a cag of sugar, and then some can tote a barrel.Well, did you ever carry a bale of cotton by yourself?Many times.When I was a young man, I was stout in the shoulders.Since I got weak in the knees and neck, I can't carry it.Now, when I was a young man, I carried it all right.According to men, you know, when they examine the men,They examine them all up and see where their limbs stand.There's some double-jointed men,And some single-jointed, you see.A man got a double osseous, he's able in his ankles to tote it.A single osseous man can't carry it.A single what, man?A single osseous called a single osseous is a single bone.He's got about two bones, you see.Are you a double-jointed?Yes, so said by the doctor.Example, I eat a double-jointed meal, I can tote a double-jointed load.You use the what?Eat a double-jointed meal, I eat as much as two men,And I can tote as much as two.Only double-jointed men.Makes no difference how small they are,If you want to see, can he stand it?He has to be square-shouldered to tote a bale of cotton.He ain't going to put him into it,Not as long as he can tote it.He's got a doctor's study to examine his limbs,Examine his appetite, all the way through him,See if he's a real heavy-toter.Well, I can't see any double-joints about you.Well, it takes a doctor to tell about it.If there's one time I can show my limbs,Sure enough, it's at a table.I can eat both with your mutton,You say I'm over double-jointed.Well, you said this morning about if you had a certain meal,25 biscuits and a gallon of pot liquor,You could preach a better sermonThan any man in Thompson County.Any time I've been redeemed,They can put on a pot and cook a pot of greens,Or they can take 10 biscuits,11, a half-gallon of milk,Oh, it's pot liquor,And I'll preach better than they ever preached then.The Holy Ghost, you know, into it.It takes a fool's stomachTo get up the spirit and get it right.You can't no man preach empty.No, sir.You have to not have nothing on your mind,And if you're a fool, you ain't got nothing to bother you.There never was a hungry manPreaching preach directly right.He's got his text on his mindAnd his bread, too, you see, he can't preach.You can't serve God and the devil, too,You see, that's like serving both of them.As I said, darling, you can't love two.Well, you love the spade of GodAnd the grub, too, you see.Well, both of them are your love, ain't it?Eating what you eat first, then you serve God.Can you sing that, darling, in a keen love, too?I don't know of none that hit over two, three voices.I think them women know it.It goes some kind of way about,Darling, you can't love two.Darling, you can't love two.You can't love two.Let your love be true.Darling, you can't love two.