He be from the third generation of 20th century blues men. Men what took to the road with a guitar, a story and a song. Some of them could of done something else. Had enough intelligence to get to, in and thru somebody or the other’s college or university. Was especially smart for a colored man of them times, but the blues had done grabbed them up and wouldn’t let go. Or leastwise, at first they thought they was the ones holding on, when really they was caught up in the grips of something stronger them themselves. A birthright that skipped over and around quite a few mens and a woman or two, but was never wrong about the chosen ones. A guitar, a story. A song. Sounds sweet to me.