Robert Johnson

Blues fallin' down like hail And the day keeps on worryin' me There's a hell hound on my trail.

A man will treat a woman almost exactly the way he treats his own interior feminine. In fact, he hasn't the ability to see a woman, objectively speaking, until he has made some kind of peace with his interior woman.

You may bury my body down by the highway side. So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride.