As we all know, da Devil had a daughter. She was a Black gal, very beautiful and ready to satisfy a man’s soul. But she usta drink moonshine and whiskey all nite lon’, while lissenin’ to da Devil’s music. By en by, she got lonely, cause all da friends-girls she had had had da notion she wuz very mean en meant no good.

En she wuz alwayz sad en lonesome en she would alwayz be on her faddah’s trail (well, i mean tail), cause the only satisfaction she could git wuz his music.

En one day, when da Devil felt he couldn’t stan’ no mo’ his daughta on his tail, he thought to himself he wuz bound to git her married. En da Devil married his daughta to Peetie Wheatstraw.

Well, I’ll tell you ’bout Peetie Wheatstraw in the next post, cause one will git unlucky ef he writes dis kinna sumffins by daytime.

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