Out of all the Bobby Bland records lying around at my house, this was the first one I paid my own money for. This was huge because I just cleared ten years old at the time. It was big on WENN in Birmingham, AL and my mom proudly found it for me when we spent summer vacation there. He gave that no good woman three chances to straighten up and then left her on the road of love in pieces! Lesson: NEVER mess with the Lion of the Blues!
This was one of my dad favorite song but god call him home in 1991 but I still listening to it to day rip we used to call him buster but him name was Thurston f.