Okay, I've located it on page 13 of John Greenway's American Folksongs of Protest. I'll type it in later tonight, if this infernal device manages to behave. Right now it's freezing up on me every time I click on a link (blue clicky thing). F'rinstance, once I submit this one, I'm probably gonna have to reboot. As Joe Camp, a Kansas wheat farmer I once harvested for, used to say (as he kicked the stern of the 1931 John Deere tractor we were working with): "Golderned machine critter anyhow!" Didn't make it run much better, but may have satisfied his soul a little.

Sandy