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June 3, 2014
Well I wore my .44 so long, Lord it made my shoulder sore (2x) After I do what I want to, ain't gonna wear my .44 no more....
Get your nightcap mama, and your gown Baby 'fore day we gonna shake 'em on down
You know the life I'm living I've been living it for a many year I know the chariot was coming for me But I didn't know what kind of chariot Gonna take me away from here
Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 3, 2014 11:15 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Chester Burnett and a bunch of other blues guys left this extra dimension of their music behind when they went north.
One commentator noted that Burnside, Big Jack Johnson, Paul "Wine" Jones, Roosevelt "Booba" Barnes and James "Super Chikan" Johnson were "present-day exponents of an edgier, electrified version of the raw, uncut Delta blues sound." They were "discovered" by garage bands, I believe because of the visceral feeling of the music.
Posted by: chasmatic at June 3, 2014 9:34 PM
I play the heck outta this one these daze.
http://veareflejos.tumblr.com/tagged/R.L.-Burnside
Posted by: Mizz E at June 4, 2014 7:05 AM
That's the real deal.
Posted by: Dan Patterson at June 4, 2014 7:56 AM
Yeah. That.: )
Posted by: DeAnn at June 5, 2014 8:39 AM