el hijastro del aparcero

No queda claro ni la fecha de su nacimiento. Sí que se crio con su madre y su padrastro, aparcero, en una plantación, de las de esclavitud, algodonales y todo eso, a principios de siglo. La de Sara Jones en Mississippi, como mandan los cánones.

Si el jazz ha desaparecido y es imposible su renacimiento, del blues ni te cuento.

Otros planetas.

Baby, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself
I don't want you to tell nobody in your family
And don't mention it to nobody else

Don't tell your mother
Don't tell your father
Don't tell your sister
Don't mention it to your brother
Please darlin', keep our business to yourself
Don't you tell nobody
And don't mention it to nobody else

You have a husband
I have a wife
If you start to talkin'
That's gonna mess up our life
Please, please baby, keep our business to yourself
Don't you tell nobody
And don't mention it to nobody else
Goodbye darlin'