Doesn’t get as real down home delta as Son House. Son was a contemporary of Robert Johnson. If you don’t know who that is you may be lost in the internet. Son’s life was one of contradiction; alternating between periods as a preacher and one wailing incantations of the devil’s music, blues. He also was perhaps too big a fan of whiskey, but so it goes.
This song is a great example of Son’s distinctive rhythmic style, and a great example of his skill with the slide–one of my favorite weapons of blues. This song as been covered plenty, perhaps most notably by the White Stripes, but every one of those artists were just playing tribute to the master–he couldn’t be outdone. Son House is as real as the blues gets.