DAVE & JIM. (Beginning to sing) Got on the train, Didn’t have no fare, But I rode some, I rode some. Got on the train, Didn’t have no fare, But I rode some, But I rode some. Got on the train, Didn’t have no fare, Conductor asked me what I’m doin’there, But I rode some! Grabbed me by the neck And led me to the door. But I rode some, But I rode some. Grabbed me by the neck And led me to the door. But I rode some, But I rode some. Grabbed me by the neck, And led me to the door. Rapped me cross the head with a forty-four, But I rode some. First thing I saw in jail Was a pot of peas. But I rode some, But I rode some. First thing I saw in jail Was a pot of peas. But I rode some, But I rode some. The peas was good, The meat was fat, Fell in love with the chain gang jus’ for that, But I rode some. (DAVE acts out the song in dancing pantomime and when it ends there are shouts and general exclamations of approval from the crowd.) VOICES. I don’t blame them white folks for goin’crazy ’bout that…. OLD MAN. Oh, when I was a young boy I used to swing the gals round on that piece. DAISY. (TO JIM) Seem like your playin’gits better and better. DAVE. (Quickly) And how ’bout my singin’? (Everybody laughs.) VOICES IN THE CROWD. Ha! Ha! Ol’ Dave’s gittin’jealous when she speaks o’ Jim. JIM. (To DAVE, in fun) Ain’t nothin’to it but my playin’. You ain’t got no singin’voice. If that’s singin’, God’s a gopher. DAVE. (Half-seriously) My singin’is a whole lot better’n your playin’. You jus’ go along and fram. The reason why the white folks gives us money is cause I’m singin’. JIM. Yeah? DAVE. And you can’t dance. VOICE IN THE CROWD. You oughta dance. Big as your feet is, Dave. DAISY. (Diplomatically) Both of you all is wonderful and I would like to see Dave dance a little. DAVE. There now, I told you. What did I tell you. (To JIM) Stop woofing and pick a little tune there so that I can show Daisy somethin’. JIM. Pick a tune? I bet if you fool with me I’ll pick your bones jus’ like a buzzard did the rabbit. You can’t sing and now you wants to dance. DAVE. Yeah, and I’ll lam your head. Come on and play, good-for-nothing. JIM. All right, then. You say you can dance … show these people what you can do. But don’t bring that little stuff I been seein’you doin’ all these years. (JIM plays and DAVE dances, various members of the crowd keep time with their hands and feet, DAISY looks on enjoying herself immensely.) DAISY. (As DAVE cuts a very fancy step) I ain’t seen nothin’like this up North. Dave you sho hot. (As DAVE cuts a more complicated step the crowd applauds, but just as the show begins to get good, suddenly JIM stops playing.) DAVE. (Surprised) What’s the matter, buddy? JIM. (Envious of the attention DAVE has been getting from DAISY, disgustedly) Oh, nigger, I’m tired of seein’you cut the fool. ’Sides that, I been playin’all afternoon for the white folks.