When the sun rose this morning, I was feeling mighty bad, My baby said good morningHell, it made me mad Because I was evil, evil-hearted me.
I'm just downright evil, evil as a man can be.
Guitar atwangle, eyes aimed into a far corner, the voice pitched in a keening wail, the singer holds the rapt attention of the shaggy boys, girls and dogs scattered around his Greenwich Village pad. In a campus dormitory in Ohio, in a café alonng San Francisco's North Beach, in a living room in upper-class Grosse Pointe, Mich., other...
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