Bobby Whitlock - Start All Over, from the album Raw Velvet. Released in US 1972 on ABC Dunhill.
Rest In Peace
the Whitlock family through his manager has anounnced Bobby Whitlock has died and starting with soul forces Sam and Dave and Booker T (sic) he went on to found the short lived Derek and The Domnoes with Eric Clapton, then enjoying a full and varied solo career . . .at once a fine singer songwriter and not a bad guitarist either!
Bobby Whitlock, has died, according to his manager. He was 77.
Whitlock died Sunday morning of cancer, manager Carol Kaye confirmed to CBS News. He was surrounded by his family in Texas, Kaye said.
The singer-songwriter was a keyboard player and vocalist for Derek and the Domino, the rock band best known for its 1971 album, "Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs.”
In a statement to CBS News, Whitlock's wife, Coco Carmel Whitlock, said, "How do you express in but a few words the grandness of one man who came from abject poverty in the south to heights unimagined in such a short time?"
"As he would always say: 'Life is what you make it, so take it and make it beautiful.' And he did," her statement read
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this came as a revelation to me and the modern sound here to cover a song from the melancholic old soak himself, stalwart of mournful Country roots and Americana is totally transformed here
Good-bye Dr. Strangelove, he knew he had to go And every pinch and kick just dragged me down There’s no way to imagine that without a soul to turn to I would find some shelter in this town
It won’t be the first time, it won’t be the last No matter how many times you feel the blast Come on, baby, take my hand There’s a dark sun rising on this land
And when the first one falls we’ll be crawling up the walls Down in the valley of our souls The first one today is gonna take me all the way ‘Til the last one for the road
Like a small town debutante just off the bus in Hollywood I have found humility, and I suppose it’s done me good I’ll take it all on board if I must But I hope you have to see me turn to dust
It won’t be the first time, it won’t be the last No matter how many times the die is cast Come on, baby, take my hand There’s a dark sun rising on this land
Too late the planes all left on time As my window slammed shut without a sound And I’ve got by for so long just on fear and trust I hope you see me scratching in the dust
It won’t be the first time, it won’t be the last No matter how many times you feel the blast Come on, baby, take my hand There’s a dark sun rising on this land
