This was the signature song of the Marshall Tucker Band, who burned brightly in the Southern Rock arena for most of the Seventies, albeit mostly in their native USA.

I’m not sure the Marshall Tucker Band made any real impression on this side of the Atlantic.

Perhaps their songs about highways and freight trains were just too American for us to identify with – though it never did Springsteen any harm when it came to crossing boundaries.

Perhaps we just felt we already had enough Southern Rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd and The Allman Brothers, and The Outlaws who I once saw supporting The Who.

These guys had more in common with the psychedelic country-rock noodling of The Grateful Dead and bluesy improvisations of the Allmans than the badass boogie of Skynyrd.

That was mainly due to the inclusion in their six-man lineup of Jerry Eubanks, whose fluid flute passages played a prominent role in bringing elements of folk and soul to their sound.

He was plainly something of a virtuoso, as were brothers Toy Caldwell, a guitarist with an equally fluid style that bears comparison to the Allmans’ Dickey Betts, and his bass playing brother Tommy.

They made their debut in 1973 with the self-titled album from which this tune is taken, and remained a big draw throughout the Seventies until Tommy Caldwell was killed in a car accident in 1980.

After the original band dissolved and new members took their places, the group carried on, even after the loss of the second Caldwell brother, Toy, who died in 1993.