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When John Dee Holeman Plays The Blues . Every dog crawling ache, empty tank, flat tire. Each gold tipped lie on a sweet pink tongue. Every no account boss, lost house, lost job. . Each blue sky friend, slammed door, poison pen.  All the lock jaw, rusty bucket, soul sucking, rock crushing minutes. . Every [...]

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