Clean 1974 2nd press with cut out hole. Junior Parker's "You Don't Have To Be Black To Love The Blues" hits like a whiskey shot chased with honey. Parker's harmonica wails and moans, telling stories of heartbreak and hope with more eloquence than most poets. His voice, smooth as butter but rough around the edges, carries the weight of the blues tradition while speaking to the universality of human experience. The album swings from slow burners to foot-stomping rhythms, each track a testament to Parker's mastery of the form. The backing band provides a perfect canvas for Parker's artistry, never overshadowing but always supporting. This isn't just blues – it's a journey through the American soul. Parker proves that the blues isn't about color; it's about feeling. And man, does this album make you feel. It's a record that'll have you nodding your head, tapping your foot, and maybe shedding a tear or two. In a world of pretenders, Junior Parker is the real deal. This album isn't just good blues – it's essential listening for anyone with ears and a heart.