Many years ago, I heard a song that fascinated me. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had bought an interesting Eric Clapton album — an import, I think. It was part of a collection of four albums. First was a Cream album with colorful cartoon images of Clapton, Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce. Then each individual member of the group had his own compilation album with the same representative cartoon image, but minus the band mates.
On that Clapton album were several cuts from Derek and the Dominos, including a nine minute 40 second version of Key to the Highway. I couldn’t understand all of the lyrics. For the longest time I thought Clapton sang, ‘I got the key to the highway way down in my soul.’ Years later I heard him sing it acoustically and then understood the lyric to be: ‘I’ve got the key to the highway. I’m billed out and bound to go.’ Continue reading →
