Best of Blind Lemon Jefferson

Ain't Choppin' Cotton

     

It's 1917, you decide to head to town through rolling farmland and plowed cotton fields. You pass a few oil rigs and finally see a one-storey brick building with low, overhanging eaves of currogated iron. It's your stop and strange enough you hear a guitar plucking and a man singing and there he is sitting there in a chair, a fat man with a guitar in his lap and glasses over his eyes; it's Blind Lemon, a local musician trying to make a living. This is the real thing and a sweet collection to bring you back in time.