"didn't expect this song to make me cry. Dusty Joe is on his way. You singing tonight Dusty Joe? Only if mama still wants to hear me. Heard this might be your last set. People been saying that for decades. You still got some songs left in you boy? More songs than I got years. My mama loved the blues. When she passed I thought I'd lost everything. But you found the music. The blues gave me somewhere to carry my sorrow. Right back to her. This one's for mama. He preferred the blue denim dungarees at the knees. Soulful delta blues that languished in the breeze. With nothing left to lose. Drift off he called the inner sanctum blues. Blues didn't take away Dusty Joe's sorrow. It taught him to"