Everyday Monday, hoe handle in your hand well

When you marry, marry a railroad man, oh-ah

When you marry, marry a railroad man, well

Everyday Sunday, dollar in your hand oh-ah

Everyday Sunday, dollar in your hand well

O Alberta, Berta, O Lord gal oh-ah

O Alberta, Berta, O Lord gal well

BOY WILLIE: Doaker like that part. He like that railroad part.

LYMON: Doaker sound like Tangleye. He can’t sing a lick.

BOY WILLIE: Hey, Doaker, they still talk about you down on Parchman. They ask me, “You Doaker Boy’s nephew?” I say, “Yeah, me and him is family.” They treated me alright soon as I told them that. Say, “Yeah, he my uncle.”

DOAKER: I don’t never want to see none of them niggers no more.

BOY WILLIE: I don’t want to see them either. Hey, Wining Boy, come on play some piano. You a piano player, play some piano. Lymon wanna hear you.

WINING BOY: I give that piano up. That was the best thing that ever happened to me, getting rid of that piano. That piano got so big and I’m carrying it around on my back. I don’t wish that on nobody. See, you think it’s all fun being a recording star. Got to carrying that piano around and man did I get slow. Got just like molasses. The world just slipping by me and I’m walking around with that piano. Alright. Now, there ain’t but so many places you can go. Only so many road wide enough for you and that piano. And that piano get heavier and heavier. Go to a place and they find out you play piano, the first thing they want to do is give you a drink, find you a piano, and sit you right down. And that’s where you gonna be for the next eight hours. They ain’t gonna let you get up! Now, the first three or four years of that is fun. You can’t get enough whiskey and you can’t get enough women and you don’t never get tired of playing that piano. But that only last so long. You look up one day and you hate the whiskey, and you hate the women, and you hate the piano. But that’s all you got. You can’t do nothing else. All you know how to do is play that piano. Now, who am I? Am I me? Or am I the piano player? Sometime it seem like the only thing to do is shoot the piano player cause he the cause of all the trouble I’m having.

DOAKER: What you gonna do when your troubles get like mine?

LYMON: If I knew how to play it, I’d play it. That’s a nice piano.

BOY WILLIE: Whoever playing better play quick. Sutter’s brother say he waiting on me. I sell them watermelons. Get Berniece to sell that piano. Put them two parts with the part I done saved …

WINING BOY: Berniece ain’t gonna sell that piano. I don’t see why you don’t know that.