He always gives some tramp a ride...

Morning NPR brings another Scot to me attention, Ms Amy Macdonald: maybe it’s the earliness of the ride home from Morning Prayer, but it stuck—exuberant, truck drivin’, run down the street at dawn vibe. This one has the feel:

Ms Macdonald put me in mind of early Roseanne Cash. Sometime in the last century, I stumbled over RC rocking the house with a “don’t bother knockin’” version of the following. I wanted RC’s take, but I couldn’t find it. This one’s not bad, but it ain’t RC in her raucous prime. Singer notwithstanding, this one’s clearly showcasing Albert Lee (not a bad thing, just not Roseanne):

This is later Roseanne, but it’s from her gorgeous album “The Wheel.” I lived this one, all of it:

Apropos of what—plaintive guitars?—it’s a ballsy thing to cover Stones—and “Wild Horses,” at that—but I think Ms Harriett of The Sundays pulls it off: