So you want to be the fastest one around do ya?
Yessir, and I want to turn S’quatch’s road bike into a sour pickle.
You know what that’s gonna cost you right?
I was thinking I could maybe swap you my neighbor’s goat hoof shot glass and a pint of aguadiente for it?
No sir, that right there whatchu want is gonna cost you your soul.
The whole thing?
The whole thing.
I got a lot of soul, maybe you only can use a little part of it, and I could like, keep most of it for myself?
It don’t work like ‘dat.
Well, then can you turn Powder’s Ellsworth into a Captain and Tennile record?
It don’t matter, just pick one.
I can do that.
Then we may have ourselves a deal…
I’m off to the Mississipi Delta today so don’t be looking for a new post tomorrow. I’m off to find the crossroads and see how I can make out. I figure with all the destruction over there the Devil is doing a brisk business and I may get away with a “No Soul Down-No Soul Payment until 2006!” kind of deal.
If you were going to the crossroads, to make yourself a deal (Not that the sweet rubes of the BRC would do such a thing) what would you be looking for? Would you trade your soul outright, or are you wily enough to trick him?
For that matter what did happen to Robert Johnson out there on that dark and lonely night?
Juancho-in A minor
See you Monday, when I’m fast as lightnin’.