Chester Arthur Burnett left his mother’s home in the Mississippi Delta because he had had enough. His self-righteous and downright mean uncle caught him humming a tune that he had overheard one of the sharecroppers singing — and he called it “the devil’s music.” Chester knew it wasn’t the devil’s music, and he wanted to know more about what this music really was. So he went barefoot nearly a hundred miles to his father’s home where he met two men that would introduce him to this music — and his own destiny.