I had a friend in high school who played the guitar and sang (this was before I really got interested in folk music). He sang a whole variety of things: folk songs, pop songs, country, Broadway show tunes, etc. He used to get frequent calls to sing at Rotary Club luncheons, and they paid pretty well for a three-song gig.

One of the songs he did that we got a real snort out of was Blood on the Saddle. He'd writhe, gurgle, roll his eyes, gag, and generally get pretty graphic with it. Then, one day he sang it for a Rotary Club meeting. Most of the plates went back to the kitchen untouched and Ted never got asked to sing there again.

I mean, he was good!

Don Firth