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he wore white sneakers, and black glasses, and played guitar and sung the blues he picked each string and hit each note and had voice like gravel and a heart of gold he was old but he was chipper, he was broken down but he still laughed like it was 1923 he sung to the taste of good food, he sung to the taste of good beer, he sung to the soul of his old city, and he sung for the sake of singing itself he, like each man up there, was playing for the sake of playing. they were a quartet of junker cars and busted stereos he sung those old time blues, back in the days of Robert Johnson and racial inequality, back when the water fountains were separate but everyone was still chasing a dream so uniquely American he sings and he plays and his guitar is just smaller than a normal he sings those old times blues with a smile on his face, even as the world writes new songs for the next generation of gravel- voiced blues-singers that seem to enjoy life just a little bit more than anyone else
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Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
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he wore white sneakers, and black glasses, and played guitar and sung the blues he picked each string and hit each note and had voice like gravel and a heart of gold he was old but he was chipper, he was broken down but he still laughed like it was 1923 he sung to the taste of good food, he sung to the taste of good beer, he sung to the soul of his old city, and he sung for the sake of singing itself he, like each man up there, was playing for the sake of playing. they were a quartet of junker cars and busted stereos he sung those old time blues, back in the days of Robert Johnson and racial inequality, back when the water fountains were separate but everyone was still chasing a dream so uniquely American he sings and he plays and his guitar is just smaller than a normal he sings those old times blues with a smile on his face, even as the world writes new songs for the next generation of gravel- voiced blues-singers that seem to enjoy life just a little bit more than anyone else
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Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
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