I'm still doing Happy! Songs of the Week - I've got 3 or 4 per week that I know.

The club I go to is Tuesdays - small but pleasant. Round-robin, text-based and mostly trad or folk blues. Happily broken up by whatever strikes people as interesting - modern stuff, c&w, classic rock, gospel, blue grass.

I usually sing 3 or 4 songs - heavy on ballads. Acapulco style, of course. I happened not to feel much like singing so I talked some of folk history around Mr Tom Dula (hanged May 1, 1868) and read some diary entries from wagon train travelers (1st one left Independence Missouri May 1, 1841) but I didn't sing Sweet Betsy from Pike. Reading things or telling shaggy dog stories is rare there but no one minds.

I did sing The Bonnie Bunch Of Roses (a #1 hit everywhere else in the world but pretty unknown here) on accounta Napoleon's dropping dead May 5, 1821.

Then I was gonna just sit back but there was a sudden round of gospel songs. I said, say, I know a gospel song and with obvious
trepidation several jammers said, Oh? And I sang "The Dockyard Church." If you don't know it (and very few do) it concerns church services in the sort of church you might find described in a fairly raunchy chantey.

I was wondering if I could mansge to get myself thrown out, but no, they wouldn't.

Grace was there - a bright lass that often does bluegrass & some gospel and someone said something about Amazing Grace. I said (with sooth) that in the decade I lived in Scotland I only heard the song a single way:
        Amazing Grrace,
        She had three tits...

They still wouldn't throw me out so I left & went home to bed. It was 11 o'clock by then and I'm getting old.