Now Merle Haggard is talking. He’s in his car, somewhere near his home in Bakersfield, CA, and he’s talking about the legendary Bob Wills. I’ve been on the phone with Haggard for fifteen minutes now, underhanding questions about his 2008 cancer scare and whether “the mood” was any different during the recording of this year’s I Am What I Am, the . . .
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