I guess my preceding post on this thread never made it.

Here's some tradition:

Eadie got a blind eye way above her knee.

Keep on truckin' Mama, truckin' my blues away. (Part of this goes like) What's that smells like fish, Mama, tell ya' if ya' really wanna' know.

Honey let me be your salty dog.

Let me be your candy man.

Tell me what diddy wah diddy means.

Everybody's talkin' 'bout a new way of walkin'

Lemon Jefferson's "Black snake moan" is evocative.

Alan Lomax has stated that he thinks John Henry is a tale of sexual euphemisms. Alan was called the Darwin of folk music but we sometimes referred to him as the Freud of folk.

Frank Hamilton