Speakin of Stupid

You know, when I listens to the news these days, and I hears some brainee politisian spoutin some nonsense like only folks in Washington knows how to do, I can't hep but recollect the words of ol Honest Abe;  " tis better to be silent and thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt."  Now, I sometimes says some things ought not be said.  And I spose I has now and again spouted off some perty fine nonsense.  That mostly cause I generly ingage my mouth afore my brain.  Anyways, when you gets to bein my age, folks just nachurally make allowances for you.  Ever time I says somthin mule stupid, folks just say, "ol B B can't hep it, cause he is old".   And I is might proud to use that as my ekscuse.  But them fellers in Washington, ain't got no ekscuse.  They ain't old as B. B. and they sur nuff got more book learnin. 
But you know,  the way I figure, most everbody got a bit a stupid they carry around inside, and ever once in a while it just kinda sneaks out when theys least ecspects it.  I spect I wood have a mite more teeth in my mouth if'n I just could'a kept some a that stupid inside when I were a young'un.  But you know ol B B, he jus can't keep his jowls shut mor'n five seconds but what he think he gonna explode.  Sos I spout off and next thin you knows we be dancin the two fist polka.
It don't make no never mind tho.  I has enjoyd ever minute.  I don't think I wood change a thing even if'n I
could.  Remember, Life is what you make it.  Don't waste it folks.  Live it.

Play Somethin Perty, Sweet

I spose its about time for a good yarn today.  Some folks consider a yarn to be a tall tale or a made up story.  Well sir, I gots plenty yarn to spin from the onest to goodness true storytellin of my youth.  Lord, I remembers things what would make your hair curl up like Shirley Temple.  I has seen and dunn more in my years than most folks dreams of.  Some I kin repeat and some I spose I best not.  

I recollect I spent some time in Chicago in the early 20s after hoppin trains for a spell.  I took to checkin out the local clubs and speak-easies at night as I had a hankerin for music and a tolerable likin for mash.  I weren't no great shakes as a musician but sometimes theys would let me sit in with the band.  I took a real shine to them fellers and we shore had a fine ol time.  One of them fellers went by the name a Olly.   Olly played horn and I played a tolerable guitar.  Ever once in a while Ol Olly would pull that horn down from his lips, look over at me and say, play somethin perty, Sweet.

Ol Olly and me, we would paint the town when we weren't musican.  We didn't go alookin for trouble you know, but it seem like it sure enuff could find us perty frequent.  That feller were a fine friend and he pulled me out of a scrape or two whiles we was livin on the south side.  I spent nearly three year in Chicago and us two fellers played more music and drank more mash than mos folks does in a lifetime.  When I left town, Ol Olly and me tried to keep in touch for a while but ventually, the letters and Christmas cards quit comin. 
Then one day in 1958 I gets a letter.  This young lady says would I be the B B Sweet what used to play guitar in a place call the Red Diamond in Chicago.  She say her daddy is Oliver Young and is not well.  She tell me that he ask to see me.  Well, I went straight down to that train station and hitched a ride for Chicago the next day.  I spent two weeks with Ol Olly, rememberin and talkin bout the good ol days.  Them last couple days, Olly couldn't talk much no more, but he sit and listen to me go on bout the old days and ever once in a while he would smile.  The last words I hear Ol Olly say were - play somethin perty, Sweet.


Remember folks, tis sweet to remember what was hard to endure.