text_original: For a moment he appeared to be ruminating on this singular phenomenon. Then he continued: "'N'Jackson was back firsht, 'n'he was damned impolite... 'n'he shook his fist in my face" (here Nick illustrated Mr. Jackson's gesture), "'n'he said, 'Great God, sir, y'have a fine talent, but if y'ever do that again, I'll  I'll kill you.' That'sh what he said, Davy." "How long have you been in Nashville, Nick?" I asked.
text_transcription: FOR A MOMENT HE APPEARED TO BE RUMINATING ON THIS SINGULAR PHENOMENON THEN HE CONTINUED AND JACKSON WAS BACK FIRST AND HE WAS DAMNED AND POLITE AND HE SHOOK HIS FISH AND MY FACE HERE NICK ILLUSTRATED MISTER JACKSON'S GESTURE AND HE SAID GRAY GOD SIR YOU HAVE A FINE TALENT BUT IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN I'LL I'LL KILL YOU THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID DAVY HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN NASHVILLE NICK I ASKED
phonemes: fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt hiː ɐpˈɪɹd təbi ɹˈuːmᵻnˌeɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ðɪs sˈɪŋɡjʊlɚ fɪnˈɑːmɪnən. ðˈɛn hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd: "ˈɛndʒˈæksən wʌz bˈæk fˈɜːʃt, ˈɛnhˈiː wʌz dˈæmd ɪmpəlˈaɪt... ˈɛnhˈiː ʃˈʊk hɪz fˈɪst ɪn maɪ fˈeɪs" (hˈɪɹ nˈɪk ˈɪləstɹˌeɪɾᵻd mˈɪstɚ. dʒˈæksənz dʒˈɛstʃɚ), "ˈɛnhˈiː sˈɛd, ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈɑːd, sˌɜː, jəhˈeɪv ɐ fˈaɪn tˈælənt, bˌʌt ɪf jˈɛvɚ dˈuː ðæt ɐɡˈɛn, aɪl aɪl kˈɪl juː.θˈætʃ wʌt hiː sˈɛd, dˈeɪvi." "hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ hæv juː bˌɪn ɪn nˈæʃvɪl, nˈɪk?" aɪ ˈæskt.