One dark and stormy night,

The winds howled and screamed

In the absence of light,

only a single star gleamed

The caravan navigated the sands as a ship,

horses driven by the crack of a whip

Violent strums made stringed instruments twang,

women whaled and tambourines sang

Thunder and lightning, fire and ice,

The desert wept paying the ultimate price

There beneath the circling crows,

sat the new blues queen, little Betty Rose.  


This multi- instrumentalist and award winning guitar player sets fire to the stage with her lapsteel, dobro and electric guitars.   Come and let her lead you to a fiery baptism.