The only blackface I've ever trucked with is . . .

One of the best amps, ever - I wish I had one. Ray Wylie Hubbard thought so fondly of it that he included this line in the lyrics of his (awesome) song "Cooler-n-Hell":
A '68 Camaro, candy-apple red
4-speed transmission, chrome heads
Rev her up and she casts a spell
Some things here under heaven are just cooler 'n hell
A pack of Chesterfields, sunglasses and a suit
A half-pint of gin and a gold tooth
Lightnin' Hopkins and a pentatonic scale
Some things here under heaven are just cooler 'n hell
A blonde Telecaster, 1955
Donner Comp pedal, a beer bottle for a slide
A Blackface Twin with JVLs Some things here under heaven are just cooler 'n hell
Black mascara, L'Oréal on her lips
A tribal tattoo just above her hips
A honky-tonkin' woman who wears her ink well
Some things here under heaven are just cooler 'n hell