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Found Love, 1960
Written by Luther Dixon and Al Smith
A twelve bar blues, a low slinky blues, with the mask of a protest song on, but it's really just working-class resentment. Reed growls "You ain't so big, you just tall, that's all" like it's under his breath, like he's afraid the big boss man might hear him. A universal sentiment. The boss has him working, won't even let him have a drink fo water. Does Jimmy rise up and give the the boss man a well-deserved punch in his smug smirking rich face? No, he just sourly mutters that the boss man ain't so big. Who among us hasn't put their head down, too afriad to jeopardize a steady income?
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