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I headed back to Clarkesdale and was staying across the road from what is now the Riverside Hotel. Back then it was the G T Thomas Hospital for Negroes. I was sitting on the porch strumming my guitar and working on a new tune. I was so engrossed that the ambulance pulling in must have passed me by. I still had hopes of fostering some sort of a career out of my music and was preparing for the…
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