:20:03
How you doin', Tommy?
:20:05
Say, I haven't seen a house
out here for miles.
:20:08
Why are you
out in the middle of nowhere?
:20:10
I had to be at that crossroads
last midnight.
:20:13
Sell my soul to the devil.
:20:15
Ain't it a small world,
spiritually speakin'?
:20:18
Pete and Delmar just been saved.
I'm the only one still unaffiliated.
:20:22
(Delmar) It's no laughin' matter.
:20:24
What'd the devil give you for it?
:20:26
Well, he taught me to play
this here guitar real good.
:20:29
Oh, son, for that you traded
your everlasting soul?
:20:33
Well, I wasn't usin' it.
:20:35
I've always wondered,
what's the devil look like?
:20:39
Well, there are all manner
of lesser imps and demons,
:20:42
but Satan hisself is red and scaly
with a bifurcated tail,
:20:46
- and he carries a hayfork.
- (Tommy) Oh, no. No, sir.
:20:49
He's white.
As white as you folks.
:20:53
With empty eyes
and a big, hollow voice.
:20:55
He travelled around
with a mean old hound, that's right.
:20:59
He told you to go to Tishomingo?
:21:01
Well, no, sir.
Why, that was my idea.
:21:04
I heard there's a man there,
:21:06
pays folks money
to sing into his can.
:21:08
(Tommy) They say he pays extra
if'n you play real good.
:21:12
Tishomingo, huh?
:21:14
How much he pay?
:21:16
(Squeaking)
:21:31
All right, boys, follow my lead.
:21:39
Hello?
:21:41
- (Everett) Who's the honcho here?
- I am. Who are you?
:21:46
Well, sir, I'm Jordan Rivers,
and these are the Soggy Bottom Boys,
:21:50
out of Cottonillia, Mississippi.
:21:52
Songs of salvation to salve the soul.
:21:54
Uh, we hear that you pay good money
to sing into a can.
:21:58
Well, that all depends.
You boys do Negro songs?