"Why is my heart hurting so much?..."
Night.
Hot.
Mississippi, crossroads in the middle of nowhere, dusty, deserted, amidst cultivated fields.
Two men are playing the guitar, one teaching the other.
"Why is my heart hurting so much?..."
NINTH EPISODE... OR... I’LL PACK MY BAGS, SWEETHEART...

JIMMY REED You Don't Have To Go OCT '54