
The Delta, dark and muddy, flows through his viens. His voice laments and wails, it prays and pleads. His fingers dance along the strings of a travel-worn guitar to an ancient and mystic melody. His heart beats sin. It beats again for salvation.


The Delta, dark and muddy, flows through his viens. His voice laments and wails, it prays and pleads. His fingers dance along the strings of a travel-worn guitar to an ancient and mystic melody. His heart beats sin. It beats again for salvation.