Music: The Plowboy

"When I was born," says Eddy Arnold in a rich, ripe Tennessee twang, "Dad hung up his riddle and never played any more. Don't know why exactly, but that was the way folks did things there."

When Eddy was seven, his kinfolk left him an old Sears, Roebuck guitar and he learned to pluck a few chords and sing a few songs. When he got bigger, he started playing Saturday-night dances for 75¢ in Henderson, Tenn. Eddy could then afford to spark the girls to the extent of 50¢. "And man, you spend that much on a girl where I come from,...

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