I first met George Jones in 1961 at a place called the Blackboard in Bakersfield, Calif. I was a big fan for many years before that. Back in those days, George had a pretty bad reputation. A lot of times he wouldn't show up, and when he did, a lot of times he was inebriated. He was that way that night. They had him in a little office in the nightclub, getting him some coffee, and I was onstage singing Marty Robbins' song "Devil Woman." George jumped up out of the room, kicked the door open and said, "Who in the...
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