Sep 2016
The batwing doors swung wide
When Janis died.
A voice like golden trumpets cried
Come on in, child --
Sit here by me!
Bessie's my name:
We got a lot to talk about!
When Janis died.
A voice like golden trumpets cried
Come on in, child --
Sit here by me!
Bessie's my name:
We got a lot to talk about!
