by Old Crow Medicine Show
I thought my love affair with the Old Crows was going to be passionately centered on their first album forever.
It was love at first sight (listen) when I intially heard Wagon Wheel driving home from Madison on a snowy night, and to this day that song makes me weak! On Big Iron World, I feel the same way about James River Blues...can it get any better? This music conjures walking dirt roads in the South, closing bars you shouldn't be in while drinking Old Grandad bourbon, new shiny belt buckles, and basically the whole populist history of the country. I don't know how I ever lived without it and this love affair just keeps getting better!
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