There ought to be a lot of songs about Rhode Island: celebrations of moonlight on Narragansett Bay; work songs for the bullrakers (clamdiggers) or from the glory days of the Blackstone Canals; spooky Halloween songs about Poe and H.P. Lovecraft prowling around College Hill; an ode to the Jonnycake (or a modern toast to the joys of coffee milk); something eight-to-the-bar for Providence, which was a great blues town before its recent "renaissance." Freedom lovers would have written something about Roger Williams, Anne Hutchinson or William Blackstone, or the Rev. War "Battle of Rhode Island," where a unit of freed black men chased the Brits back to Newport. A bite of a crisp apple plucked from a tree in Pascoag or Burrillville must have inspired someone to write a song. Alas, as much as I appreciate "the biggest little," can't think of any traditional songs that really say Rhode Island (or even Row Dialin'). Pendragon, one of the state's top traditional music groups, performs some fiddle tunes that come out of the old textile mill towns, but I don't think that would help.