A blues so elemental that it predates its own recording. Elmore James wrote it as a Mississippi blues classic, a man watching the sky darken and understanding that the storm outside is nothing compared to the storm inside him. The sky is crying... look at the tears rolling down the street. The metaphor is simple and perfect: nature itself is mourning he's lost love. Elmore's slide guitar weeps through the track, bending notes into shapes that sound like the sky making good on its promise.

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