I got the Corstorphine Hill Delta Blues...

I have been reading Honeyboy Edwards’ excellent autobiography “The World Don’t Own Me Nothing” of late.  It is an excellent read and captures well his early days based in the Delta, hoboing around the US, playing guitar and harmonica, drinking white whiskey, stealing other people’s wives and generally having a wild time.  While doing so he gets to meet Robert Johnson, Son House, Lightning Hopkins, Peetie Wheatstraw and many, many others.  He’s still alive and performing too at nearly 95.

So what’s a poor boy to do ‘cept find his guitar and a suitable titfer and play the blues?