I used to drink, I used to smoke, I used to smoke and drink and dance the hootchie coo. Damn that hootchie coo can get you in trouble. I can clearly recall 16 August 1977, waking up as a 10 year old boy and hearing Elvis was dead. Heard to believe a person could go from a near perfect physical specimen to his bloated and bewildered demise in less than 10 years. 16 August 1938 the truly great blues man Robert Johnson died.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 06:00:56 +0000