![]() ![]() One of those might have been as sorrowful as the dirge ringing through the church, but I couldn’t recall hearing anything that touched this song for sheer misery. Nearly every weekend of my childhood, they spent their evenings in our living room, listening to scratchy recordings of old-timey blues songs on the hi-fi. ![]() But the tune’s lovely mournfulness echoed from the back wall to the baptismal pool and from the marble floor to the vaulted ceiling and settled in as if the forlorn cry had always lived here.Īs the song continued and grew sadder with every line, I thought of my parents, Dora and Wilbur Jackson. ![]() Here, in a church, this piece of music couldn’t have been further outside its natural habitat. The beautiful melody soared and plunged, each verse proclaiming rapturous happiness and gut-wrenching pain. Being a blues song, it was also about how that woman repeatedly broke the man’s heart and then repaid his forgiving ways by bringing a world of suffering down on him. The lyrics told the tale of a romance between a man and the woman who made his life worth living. ![]()
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