Lee Hazlewood: The Ol' Sonofabitch

ON A PERFECT Florida afternoon in late February, Lee Hazlewood is wedging himself into a large grey couch and eyeing a rather sad plate of sandwiches on a coffee table. "You better eat ’em soon," he tells me in the deep Texan drawl he’s never quite shaken off after years of living in California and Europe. "They gon’ curl up on yer."