I inherited this record a couple years ago and had no idea how good it was. I was skeptical about a young English woman with granny glasses trying to cover Son House. My mistake—she didn’t want to sound like him, she BECAME Son House when she played. Such a sad story—she died of a brain tumor about 10 years after this album came out. Listen to her on YouTube.
The lyrics to Fingerprint Blues sound like an episode of CSI or Law and Order. I’m a good child, but now I’m prison bound … when they found my gun, they found my switchblade knife, oh lord, they had my fingerprints twice … I’ve been skippin’ and dodgin’, goin’ from town to town, my friends have left me, lord, my fingerprints have been found … if you can’t come to the courtroom, please come to the prison walls.
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