And this is the story of how Ole Blue came to wear that fedora.......

I was just an old hound, grayish-blue coat, snaggle toothed, seen better days, hungry, hungover from lappin' up too much beer and whiskey from the bottles throwed under the porch of the old general store. You know, the one right off the highway just north of Greenville on 61. Rusty tin roof, wore out hitchin' rail from big old mules pulling too hard when they smelt the molasses and feed from the open doors of the store. Bent up and faded cigarette signs, bird nests up in the rafters of the overhang. Yeah, you know the one I'm talking about. Anyway, there I was, doggy tracking along the side o' the road whenced I come upon the dusty old fedora with the wide band. It sorta seemed to kinda call me to it. We dogs don't usually go for such fangled things. But nevertheless, I heard my name ...."Ole Blue".....it called, "Ole Blue"..........".I needs a new home"; i couldn't resist a sniff or two. It shocked my nose as I took a whiff, naturally I jumped back and kinda growled but I knew something was about to happen that would be good. I heard the faint guitar and voice of a Delta bluesman singin' about a crossroads.....I had heard that very same song before while hanging out back of the kitchen of many a juke joint near Greenville and parts unknown. Just as I was rememberin' where I had heard that song before, I felt a pat on my head with a gentle stroke on my back.............and then a voice says to me......"Ole Blue, is that you? Well do tell, it shore is...where you been old boy? I been wandering these parts for a while now since the summer and I ain't seen you since you woke me up just before that fire burnt down the House of Blue Lights. I owe you one for that. Say, that's my old hat. Wonder how it got here. I been noticing that only dogs can see me. I must be dead and gone. I tell you what, how about you take care of my hat for me? I believe the angels is on my tail and I be headin' up yonder soon. Here you go. Fits you good! You run on now, watch out for them coyotes and don't go chasin' no cars, they is gettin' pretty fast now. Find you a good drummer and bluesman and you will be alright.".........and with that he was gone. The hat seemed to give me a new sense of direction. I headed down south and before I knew it I was in Baton Rouge. Seemed like it was almost spring. I never did take off that hat, it brought me good luck. Always had a meal, always had a gig. Things was going good. I ain't here no more either, I joined the "Fedora Man" in 1941. I sensed things was a changin'. I am now the namesake of an up an coming blues group. The "Blooze Hownz". So there you have it. I am now a legend. And my boys the "Blooze Hownz" will keep the legend of Ole Blue alive 'till it's someone else's turn. By the way, Mr. Johnson says to tell ya'll hello and thanks for rememberin' him.