Kendall--

It's worse than that. The purpose of our evolving from the primordial slime to where we could wrap opposable thumbs around guitar necks is so that the couplet

Feed on your water, shovel in your coal, Stick your head out the window, watch the drivers roll.

could be written and performed. It's all down hill from here.

Seriously, I think if you look at how bits like this migrate from folk song to folk song, it's because those lines speak to people. It isn't just the singers, I found recently. Walking out of a hall where we had just done some old-timey stuff, I was buttonholed by an old man in the audience who just fed me back a half-verse out of 45 minutes of stuff--

That dirty little coward That shot Mister Howard Laid Jesse James in his grave.

I guess we're talking Jung here, or something. Shared subconscious images. To Hell with Jung. It's fun just talking "Kendall & me."

Chicken Charlie