Now and then the group I play with is asked (usually by someone wearing a "gimme hat", a type so aptly described by the writer William Gibson as a "meshback"),"Cain't yew play any county music?" Well, we can...but we don't. Used to be we'd just shake our heads and go on with our Celtic and traditional stuff. But now we reply with this verse, set to the most banal, commercial country melody you can imagine: "The day my momma got out of prison, I went to meet her in the rain. But before I could get there, in my pickup truck, She got run over by a darned ol' train." None of us can remember where we heard this; does anyone know who wrote it? Is there more?