“THE SONG THAT STARTED IT ALL.” They said music ran in the Wills family’s blood — but this photo proves it ran deeper. One taught the other how to dream, how to play, how to feel. That night, in a small Texas room filled with laughter and the smell of old wood and whiskey, a father handed his son more than a fiddle tune — he handed him a legacy. Years later, when the world danced to “San Antonio Rose,” Bob still swore he could hear his father’s bow echoing somewhere in the rhythm. Because some songs don’t end when the music stops — they just find new hands to play them.
They say every great musician is born twice — once into this world, and once into music. For Bob Wills,…