There was an old blueswoman, Etta/I hope that we never forget ‘er/”I’d Rather Go Blind”/”At Last”, “Sunday Kind”/Are not songs you can easily better.
(Apologies to readers for whom ‘Etta’ does not rhyme with ‘better’. My poetic licence application is in the post).
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2012/jan/20/etta-james-dies-73?newsfeed=true
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