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THE BLUES HIGHWAY: Desegregation from Clarksdale to Natchez.
Cotton...gotta love it or hate it.
If I was black and working the plantations in Clarksdale...slave or sharecropper...cutting my hands on the pods...reckon I'd hate it.
If I was a plantation owner...had one of those stupendous mansions in Natchez...once the home of more millionaires than any other city in the World...reckon I'd love i...
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D MJ Binkley
Dave and Merry Jo Binkley
Along the Mighty Mississippi
My mother grew up in the south and once I tried picking cotton. It is very hard work. But now you are in the heart of the blues. I can feel the excitement. I can feel the beat. Highway 61 was made for the dancing ones. The blues, the blues and more blues....it is a good life.