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Isn't My Music The Last Of The Real Rhythm And Blues? Isn't It Great? It's Because Of My Musicians, We Were Weaned On Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, All The Founding Fathers, The Gods Of Thunder, Who Invented The Foundation And The Pulse Of The Greatest Music In The World!

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