Sonny, Sanders, Terry.
That's right.
What was your cradle blues?
What's the earliest one you remember?
Oh no, I have three or four of here.
I can play one that you had,
Crow Jane blues.
Crow Jane, Crow Jane
Don't hold your head so high,
you'll realize, baby,
you're gonna lay down and down.
I done told you, baby,
and I ain't gonna tell you no more.
If I tell you again,
I'm gonna grab my old 444.
I feel like snappin' my
pistol in your face
Some lonely graveyard be
your restin' place
I love you, Crow Jane,
and I ain't gonna tell no lie.
If today you quit me,
that's the day you die.
Crow Jane did all that,
and where'd you learn to play the harmonica that way,
sonny?
Oh, honest, I don't know.
My father, used to play harmonica,
you know.
So he used to come in and eat and wake
with his harmonica, you know.
I had a little kid about 7, 8, 9 years old.
This was in North Carolina?
Mm -hmm.
My father, you know, like I hold the
harmonica in my hand like that,
he could hold it in his mouth
and just play it.
Without his hands?
Without putting his hand on it.
You mean play the harmonica
without hands?
He just had that feeling.
So he didn't, you know,
he just done it around home.
He didn't do it for professionally,
you know.
See, we're a big