The Wicked Pickett sang about what would go down in the Midnight Hour, and what was up on Funky Broadway. He warned us about Mustang Sally and reminded us that we live in a Land of a Thousand Dances.
Wilson Pickett 1941-2006
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Too young to go. The Blues may never be the same without him.
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