Long Time Coming And A Long Time Gone
February, 1967
he thought of them invading the south in their buses, stirring things up with their speeches, polluting the places he ate, and he knew that somebody had to be the avenging angel to strike them downChicken fat. Black chicken fat, that's all he smell like. Three four mile away he come stepping off the bus, no matter what kinda grease he got up under his arms, no matter what kinda 'pomade, you smell him, whiff.True enough I don't get that close 'cept the one time I give him the business. But down t...