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Tambourines to Glory I vi: Tom cat! Billy goat! You big brown bar stud!at billy-goat, n.1
Tambourines to Glory I vi: Tom cat! Billy goat! You big brown bar stud! Tambourines to Glory I vi: Stacked, solid – neat, all-reet – boss, baby!at boss, adj.
Tambourines to Glory Prologue: I am not the me you see here – tall, handsome, brownskin.at brownskin, n.
Tambourines to Glory I iii: Baby, you’re built – no false brassieres.at built, adj.
Tambourines to Glory II i: Want a ride in my red Caddy?at Caddy, n.
Tambourines to Glory I vi: Chocolate daddy with coconut eyes!at chocolate, adj.
Tambourines to Glory Prologue: I speak all tongues [...] baby, daddy-o.at daddy-o, n.
Tambourines to Glory II i: I’ll dig you later.at dig you (later) under dig, v.3
Tambourines to Glory I vii: I carried a pistol, called it Dog.at dog, n.5
Tambourines to Glory I iii: Okey dokey, Big Eye.at okey-doke!, excl.
Tambourines to Glory Prologue: I put on drag sometimes.at drag, n.1
Tambourines to Glory I vii: I drank likker [...] It made me fool-headed.at foolhead (n.) under fool, n.
Tambourines to Glory I iii: You know, forty means fine, O.K., great.at forty, adj.2
Tambourines to Glory I vi: A little blues won’t hurt [...] you got a pretty gitfiddle, boy.at gitfiddle, n.
Tambourines to Glory II v: Religion’s got no business being made into a gyp game.at gyp, adj.
Tambourines to Glory II i: Mama was the hell-raisingest woman in Charlotte society.at hell-raising (adj.) under hell, n.
Tambourines to Glory I i: My grandpa was a jackleg preacher.at jackleg, adj.
Tambourines to Glory II i: All right, keep your hips on your shoulders, old chick. I’ve had enough yap-yapping.at keep one’s hips on one’s shoulders (v.) under keep, v.
Tambourines to Glory II i: A toast – to Miss Bitch.at Miss, n.
Tambourines to Glory Ii i: Keep your diaper on, Junior!at keep your pants on! (excl.) under pants, n.
Tambourines to Glory II ii: It takes a right smart time to get down from Mount Vernon.at right, adv.
Tambourines to Glory I i: My grandpa was a jackleg preacher, so I can rock a church as good as anybody.at rock, v.3
Tambourines to Glory II ii: All good-looking women like to ride on rubber.at rubber, n.2
Tambourines to Glory Prologue: Sure, I have my troubles, get shot up once in a while, ambushed, assassinated.at shot up (adj.) under shot, adj.
Tambourines to Glory I vi: laura: Table stakes? buddy.: Say, fifty simoleons.at simoleon, n.
Tambourines to Glory I vi: Here have a snizzle. (He hands C.J. a can of beer).at snizzle, n.
Tambourines to Glory I iii: Only squares drink ginger ale with scotch.at square, n.
Tambourines to Glory I vi: Where the cool cats strum / Stashed in a cozy nook.at stash, v.1
Tambourines to Glory I vi: Where the cool cats strum / Stashed in a cozy nook.at stashed, adj.
Tambourines to Glory I vi: Did you ever dig the ‘New York Blues’? I guess not, down in the sticks where you’ve been.at sticks, n.2
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