Joel Banner Baird on slide guitar and acoustic bass

jhaffur khan azad darakth on drums, blues harp and voice bring you:

Feel like I’m left combing through the underbrush

Can’t even find me a single worm

You left me home and blue in such an undercover rush

Didn’t even mind the way I squirmed.

I’m just pushing leaves ‘cause you didn’t leave me with much

I hear the wind ruffling the wheat sheaves from the chaff

You must be fussin’ to believe you ever loved such a such and such

But the rustling trees make me relieved to breath the last laugh.