Run your fingers along the corners of the shower in your crappy apartment, close your eyes, and take a big wet lick. You know what I'm talking about, your momma knows what I'm talking about; hell, the whole neighborhood know what I'm talking about, and I'll tell ya, those neighbors are some nasty gossips.
BLAAAAACK MOOOOOOOLD!
I'm not nuts about the blooz, but some of these guys penned a few serious jams. Today's installment comes from the Texas Cannonball himself, Freddie King. It's hard to place what it is about this one: the driving piano, the raw guitar tone, the effortless delivery? Anyway, it's worthy of repeat listens and consistent toe taps.
