At the old homestead. Granny's
rheumatism gives her fits, and pappy's taken to drinkin' whisky afore
noon. I don't know what Cletus and I will do. Go join the carnival as
geeks, I 'spect. I do some purty singing' as well -- you should lissen to
my version of "Pie In The Sky Until I Fry (Some Bacon)."