There really is no accounting for taste. Is there?

Frank, for example, put Run, Nigger, Run on his list, I suspect because it had evolved into a terribly racist song among white old-time string bands. But I've heard Peggy Seeger perform Run, Nigger, Run as an empathetic song warning an escaped slave that the patrolmen ("paddy rollers") were out and about. Nevertheless, I think Jerry was onto something when he mentioned Watching Scotty Grow. It must be the combination of inauthenticity and schmaltz that make a song unbearable. I will therefore submit a nomination: The Blue Water Line, sung by the Brothers Four.