Up the road they rounded a bend to find old Acuff beating his child bride. Naturally he was drunk too. Seemed to Dupree that everyone was drunk this particular Saturday night.
Acuff also liked to sing when in his cups and tonight the program was spirituals. Everybody hated Acuff. He delighted in all manner of torture, but his favorite was beating his wife.
He sat astride her singing THERE'S NOT A FRIEND LIKE THE LONELY JESUS except he sang "There's not a friend like the long-legged Jesus!" He knew the words but it tickled him to sing it his way.