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Show 64 - Where the Weather Suits My Clothes

Show 64 - Where the Weather Suits My Clothes

If you cannot see the audio controls, your browser does not support the audio element I think I'm going back down South where the weather suits my clothes. Variations on that line appear in a lot of blues songs. In the context of the great African-American migration to the North, leaving Chicago or Detroit to return South for the better weather can be a metaphor for a few things. The longing for friends and family and the life you grew up with or the more troubling flip side which suggests its too hard for a black man to make it in the North. Or maybe sometimes it wasn't a metaphor at all and the singer just didn't like the cold. Lee Green seems to get at all these varieties while singing about his final resting place in Death Bell Blues from 1930. I hate to hear that lonesome death bell tollI hate to hear that lonesome death bell tollBut it reminds me of my dear mother, I mean that’s dead and goneI can’t stay here, Lord, I can’t stay nowhereLord, I can’t stay here, Babe, I can’t

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