He went out wandering….
These lines — from the autobiography — might well have been the man’s
thoughts very early this morning.
“It’s about time for me to go to work, or if you like, to go play. That’s
what we music gypsies call it, after all. I’ll put on my black shirt,
buckle up my black belt on my black pants, tie my black shoes, pick up my
black guitar, and go put on a show for the people in this town.”
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