glasseyed

"gonna build me log cabin on a mountain so high, so I can see Willie as he goes on by, oh the coo-coo is a pretty bird; she warbles, and she flys, she never hollers coo-coo till the fourth a july. I play cards in england, I play cards in spain; I'll bet you ten dollars I'll beat you next game. jack o'diamonds, jack o'diamonds, I've known from old, rob my poor pocket all my silver and my gold."

that's Clarence Ashley's take on the coo-coo bird
as best as I make out what he's singing anyway...
our old songs were so weird, otherwordly, murderous, mystical, potent, bizarre, alive!