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like Jimmie Rodgers, Bradley Kincaid or Vernon Dalhart. Their lyrics just oozed pathos. Children, parents and loving wives were slaughtered wholesale for the sake of family entertainment. As you can see, it didn’t stop in the 1920s and ’30s. In the early 1950s, Hank Williams recorded weepy ballads under his own name, while sustaining a parallel career as Luke The Drifter, with a series of maudlin recitations that are no stranger to the ‘Shit Happens’ genre. Even Johnny Cash, during the height of his virile Sun recording days, hit us with a vintage slice of tear- jerking on Give My Love To Rose . A dying guy by the railroad track imploring a stranger to turn his last few bucks into some pretty clothes for his long-suffering wife. Just look at the unexpected way things might have ended up in the illustrations that appear in this book. 3 Johnny Cash PREVIEW