“Melody had heard some of these people from the Ukraine singing. He hadn’t understood one word. Yet he didn’t have to know the words to understand what they were wailing about. Words didn’t count when the music had a tongue.… — William Attaway Copy Share Image
“He never had a craving in him that he couldn’t slick away on his guitar. You have to be native to the red-clay hills… — William Attaway Copy Share Image
“Melody had heard some of these people from the Ukraine singing. He hadn’t understood one word. Yet he didn’t have to know the words… — William Attaway Copy Share Image
