Hitting the high notes

Sometimes you need a little help hitting those high registers!

Travelin’ on my mind

I woke up this morning with travelin’ on my mind
Goodbye old city, I’ll leave you far behind

Old Savannah, you’ve got no hold on me
I’m bound for Louisiana or maybe Tennessee

I woke up this morning with no tears left to cry
The next time you see me will be the bye and bye

Old Savannah, you’ve got no hold on me
I’m bound for Texarkana or maybe Kentucky

That highways a-callin’, that’s where I want to be
The road ahead can be my bed, as long as I am free

Old Savannah, you’ve got no hold on me
I’m passing through Atlanta going home to Missouri

That new guitar smell!

Got a new guitar – handcrafted by none other than the actual cactusTom Jr. himself!
Using an authentic Jamaican cigar-box, ancient Japanese woodworking tools, aromatic Amazonian teak oil, seasoned English oak and the latest Chinese electronic pick-up electrification technology, he spent months secretly constructing this beauty. A blues guitar has to have a name… slide on in and let me introduce you to “Slack Sally”!