Rent Robert Duvall's "The Apostle" for a hootin' good time in rural Loosyanna. It's one of my favorites.I went to one of those "Roller" meeting once. My chiropractor invited me. After the formal service, a service replete with spontaneous duck calls from one of the ladies in the audience and an interpretation thereof by a gentlemen, my chiro invited half the congregation to lay hands on me that my back might be healedeth.
This one old fart just about broke my neck leaning into me, I had to get healed real soon before serious damage set in. So I started hammidy yammidy'ing it up a bit myself. It's easy if you have an ear for it and don't stutter. Or maybe it's better if you do stutter.
Anyway, it ended up being one of those nice clean buzzes that happen from time to time. I smoked a joint a while afterwards and it went completely away. What's that tell you?