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.