Wildman tipped me off recently to the location of the grave of Son House. I had no idea it was in Michigan, let alone the Detroit area. What a stunning thing to be able to walk up and gaze on the final resting place of such an absolute giant in history.
Eulogy on the back of the memorial stone by Dick Waterman.
Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away.
I said, “Farewell honey, I’ll see you on Judgement Day.”
Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away.
I said, “Farewell, farewell, I’ll see you on the Judgement Day.”
You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray.
The blues came along and drove my spirit away.
I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray.
I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away.
You know I didn’t feel so bad, til the good ole sun went down.
I didn’t have a soul to throw my arms around.
from Death Letter Blues by Son House.
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I think I point this out to people about once a month to people in the car with me when we drive past and it makes me sad how often I hear, “Who’s that?” :p