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You can sing the blues convincingly, thinking of nothing but the lover you want to attract through the urgency of your song. That is not Robert Pete Williams's way. This is hard, lonesome prison singing -- singing to repair the mind, since the heart is already beyond help -- backed by a guitar as weird and off to itself as a good man left alone too long behind bars. Put them together and you have a grippingly grim endpoint that sounds about as low as one can go. The blues hit rock bottom in "Motherless Children Have a Hard Time," which Williams reveals for what it is: the most devastating song in a genre that makes its home in devastation. Chris King, Barnes & Noble