Bonnie Raitt Delivers the Bluesy Goods
Have a Heart
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The Road’s My Middle Name (catch the harmonica)
The Road The schedule The fatigue The motels and halls Blurred smiles of listeners. Appearance touch ups The aches and pains The solace of the drugs. Seemingly. Awhirl with crazy “monkey friend” But rescue did arrive. Friends Self loathing Quiet hours. Prayer, and God stepped in. The Mess had fueled the Blues. Oh yeah, a currency Showing up No other way. Ask Bonnie’s pal, John Lee Hooker.
