Free House of Earth by Woody Guthrie

you call me by. So far, you called me some kind of a different name ever’ time. So I’m a gettin’ to where I just don’t know what name hardly to answer to anymore.”
    She laughed under her breath and he felt her muscles jerk into tight knots, then get loose, and relax again. “I just call you those names to show you how much I love you, you silly old outfit.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAn’, so now, it’s Mister Wacky Ikey, or Tikey Wikey, or Woozeldy Goozeldy or somethin’. Or Mister Blanket. What’ll I call you by? Miss Blanket? Nope. What? Ah. I know. I’ll have to start callin’ you Misses Mattress. Ha.”
    â€œMisses Mattress. Ha ha ha ha.”
    â€œDon’t laugh so much.”
    â€œI’ll laugh if I want to laugh. You can’t stop me. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
    â€œI just don’t want to fire my shot till you fire yours, Lady, I mean, Misses Blanket. But when you laugh thataway, it jerks my pecker around in your belly, and it feels so good that it makes me want to come. Lay still. I don’t want to come away ahead of you, Misses Blanket. I mean, Misses Mattress.”
    â€œI will. I will, Mister Blanket. No. Not yet. It’s just commencing to feel good. It’ll be a few more minutes, though, before I can work myself up. Besides, Mister Blanket hadn’t ought to end his fun before Misses Mattress gets hers. Tell me something to talk about. Wackioooo. Tackiooo. Ohh. About the house?”
    â€œOur adobe house,” Tike said. “Main thing’s got me bested is just where, an’ just how, an’ just when we’re a gonna get our hands on some kind of a piece of land to build it on.”
    â€œYes. I wonder the same. It looks like we keep coming back to this same question, doesn’t it?”
    â€œYeahmm.”
    â€œI’ve got an idea. And a bright one at that.” Ella May’s eyes looked over his shoulder. “A nice, nice, bright one. Ha. It just now came to me. Just like that.”
    â€œLike what? Spill it. Don’t try to set on it like an egg an’ hatch it. Spill it,” he said.
    â€œWell. First, move a little closer.”
    â€œCloser?”
    â€œYes. Come closer. I would like for you all, one an’all, to please gather in just a little bit closer. I will tell you about a sure and certain way to get a piece of land to build yourselves a nice, warm, fireproof, windproof, rainproof, sweatproof, bugproof, foolproof, this proof, that proof, everything proof, nice, hot, cold, warm, cool, airtight, hidebound, cork-tipped, rubber-dipped, gold-plated, high-polished house of adobe earth. Come in just a teensy-weensy bit closer and hug me just a measly mouse warmer.” The sound of her voice was like a street-corner salesman. “Come in. Just a little bit.”
    Tike cut her off and said, “I’m already as close as I can get. I’m pushin’ just hard as I can, but think I done come to th’ end of my rope. Tell your brilliant idea and quit havin’ these goofy spells.”
    â€œOhhh. But, Mister Hackey Jack, Slappy Hap, this idea is a sooper dooper one. It’s positively the very best idea that has been given birth to on this ranch so far.” As she spoke, she pooched her lips and moved her body.
    â€œGive birth to it, then, an’ f’r Jesus’ sakes, don’t keep me so much in suspenders,” he said.
    â€œWellll. Here it is. Get ready.”
    â€œI been ready to come for ten minutes,” he said.
    â€œHold your horses. I’ll be right with you. Now. You want to hear the bright idea? Sure?”
    â€œWhattaya think I’m a-layin’ here a-waitin’ on? Th’ new mornin’ train?” he said.
    And she said, “Well. Then. Here it is. Here it is for certain this time.”
    â€œShoot.”
    â€œDon’t you dare shoot. Not yet.”
    â€œTell it!”
    â€œWell,