Back to working on this song..
The first protest song of the sixties to go national.. It is said..
He died in a whorehouse a few years later..
With his pants off..
The whore ripped off his money from his pants pocket while he was in the bathroom showering I think and he went after her in a rage and the madam shot him dead..
Great singer, the son of a preacher man..
Marvin Gaye, Al Green, Otis Redding..
It's in my bones..
I heard it in a fields while picking strawberries when I was a little kid in the early fifties..
Blacks from the south working the same fields as me and my ma..
One would be bellering from afar and then another and another from different parts of the fields..
Sometimes men and sometimes women..
Bone piercing stuff..
Children of slaves..
They were young to middle aged themselves..
Two cents a basket..
I could pick with the best of them when I was eight years old..
Ma was really good too..