When he was seven, Thomas Adrian Sands, scrawny, black-haired son of a Russian-born piano player, used to sit at the radio on a little farm near Shreveport, La. and listen to the moaning and wailing of his favorite hillbillies. "Mamma," he would cry out to Grace Sands, "it's Jimmy Davis! Mamma, it's Harmie Smith! Listen to the guitars. Oh, Mamma, if only I could have a guitar, I'd be so happy." Grace Sands went out one day and made a $10 down payment on a $65 guitar. Tommy taught himself to play and sing....
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