I know I'm obsessing today, but wouldn't it be cool if someone in her family made it back to Carrboro to distribute those ashes as per Libba's express wishes. It's not known where Libba Cotten lived on Lloyd Street, but it isn't a very long street. On Google Maps satellite view you can see that Lloyd runs parallel to a set of railroad tracks a half a block away. Around the end of Lloyd, the tracks are crossed by the "Libba Cotten Bikeway", so I'm assuming the tracks are old and disused. Seeing as how the song was written about 115 years ago, it's quite likely that both the topography of improvements and the names or very existence of some streets could have changed significantly by now. All in all, I guess it can't be known, but it's nice to dream.