Many years ago I was in a grocery store with my future wife. This old old black guy comes up and starts chatting with us. He was wearing an awesome red/black/white houndstooth suit with a matching hat. (One of those suits that looks real good on an old black man and absolutely ridiculous on anyone else)
Every time he would finish a sentence, he would clap and shuffle his feet in a kind of slow dance.
He said "Let me tell you a story."
(clap and shuffle)
"When I was 16 my mama fixed up my birth certificate so I could go into the Army. She told me 'Boy, the Army will feed you and you can send the money home and take care of the family.'"
(clap and shuffle)
"So I did my basic and what do you know, a war broke out a year later. They shipped me overseas."
(clap and shuffle)
"When we got to port, there was all these people protesting and carrying on. They was all shouting and waving signs that said 'Yankee go home'"
(clap and shuffle)
"I tell you, I had been called a nigger plenty of times, but I ain't NEVER been called a Yankee!"
(clap and shuffle)
Every time he would finish a sentence, he would clap and shuffle his feet in a kind of slow dance.
He said "Let me tell you a story."
(clap and shuffle)
"When I was 16 my mama fixed up my birth certificate so I could go into the Army. She told me 'Boy, the Army will feed you and you can send the money home and take care of the family.'"
(clap and shuffle)
"So I did my basic and what do you know, a war broke out a year later. They shipped me overseas."
(clap and shuffle)
"When we got to port, there was all these people protesting and carrying on. They was all shouting and waving signs that said 'Yankee go home'"
(clap and shuffle)
"I tell you, I had been called a nigger plenty of times, but I ain't NEVER been called a Yankee!"
(clap and shuffle)