I looked up the lyrics for “Travelling” by John Mayall and see that he passed away yesterday.
"Travelling"
Travelling, pack a bag and lock the door
Wondering what the journey has in store
Hinterlands awaiting for me to explore
Travelling, flying over icy seas
Where I'm going, snow is falling on the trees
But I don't mind, I got a coat in case I freeze
Travelling, looking for the winter end
Take my time, gonna take it easy then
Before I die, I wanna look at everywhere
He was best known not for his own playing or singing but for recruiting and polishing the talents of one gifted lead guitarist after another, starting with Eric Clapton.
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