My friend Jon Eberhart sang a wonderful song -- learned from Tennessee Ernie Ford, of all people -- called "Chicken Road," which was/is one of those quirky lots-of-odd-images-but-no-story-line songs. I can't remember it, but a line or two (probably incorrect, but what the hey) might give you an idea:

Once I had a boil on the side of my aching neck
[Grandma shot a squirrel last Thursday, by heck.]
Down at the creek, I saw a million toads --
Wonderful town, Chicken Road.

Sandy -- did he record that one for Folk Legacy? I'm not at home, so I can't look up the titles on his record, but you can. The line in [brackets] I made up whole cloth, 'cause my memory couldn't come up with anything like the real words. The line after that is suspect, too.

Now I think the Dylan version would be called "Sad-eyed Banty of the Farmyard," or "All Along the Fence Row," but I could be wrong.

Bob Clayton