Blues Music is Truth
I little bluesy groove that'll have you dancing in no time flat, can you believe no one has every added this song to a station here, you kidding me a great blues rocking tune laying down the chops with such a killer vibe. Susie, a natural, such a awesome singer, hey that slide guitar so cool, tripping organ, wicked guitar ,and bass and percussion holding it all together, dig the piano work being a piano guy is some good playing .great track, so folks jump on this one!!!

IMPNATION RADIO
I little bluesy groove that'll have you dancing in no time flat, can you believe no one has every added this song to a station here, you kidding me a great blues rocking tune laying down the chops with such a killer vibe. Susie, a natural, such a awesome singer, hey that slide guitar so cool, tripping organ, wicked guitar ,and bass and percussion holding it all together, dig the piano work being a piano guy is some good playing .great track, so folks jump on this one!!!

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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