From 1927.He was blinded by his step mother when he was 7 out of spite. He grew up to be a preacher and musician. He was one of the greatest bottleneck guitarists as well as one of the most revered figures of depression-era gospel music. His music is distinguished by his powerful bass thumb-picking and gravelly voice. In 1945, his home burned to the ground and with nowhere else to go, he lived in the burned ruins of his home sleeping on a wet bed. He lived like this until he contracted pneumonia and died, so 18 years after making this, he got his wish. His trouble were finally over. What a wonderful song this is, taking the misery of povery and making death something to look forward to. I have no idea who the young girl is who harmonises with him, but she has the voice of an angel and makes the song. (less info)