I've given a little bit of thought to what I wanted to say to mark my thousandth hit and I'm horking one of Frenz's conceits, the Fake Fan Letter. No, it's not to Tall Dark Handsome Cotton Mill Owner Dude (as if). It's to George Thorogood. So without further nonsense, let's get to the nonsense.
Dear Guitar God Thorogood,
Hello, it's me, a mortal. Can I call you GG? Please don't zap me with your Distortion Bar of Awesomeness for my presumption but I have a small request, just a little tiny one that shouldn't take up much of your divine time. You've made it your business to bring older largely forgotten Blues and Country to the masses and there's one song that I've been dying for you to cover. It's this one.
You've done Hank before and, really, his song book needs to come into the 21st Century.
I have all faith that you alone among the Guitar Gods can do justice to lyrics like "You be daffy and I'll be dilly/Let's order up two bowls of chilli" accompanied by a smokin' slide.
Your Friend and Faithful Adorer,
PS: I'm willing to negotiate a sacrifice to expedite my request. I have a list prepared or you can suggest your own, I'm flexible.