!990. Harvest time in Suffolk. I’d just finished law school and was working my last harvest on the family farm before submitting to a life of suits, offices, lies and legal rackets. Fieldwork in the tractor lasted until 11pm, and I was kept company by Broadland country radio. They played this, and it was the moment I realised that Springsteen was not just another bombastic shouty American twat, and that Emmylou Harris had the voice of an angel.
The night I finally got Springsteen in my tractor
I’d never heard that cover. Thanks for posting it.