another adaptation of an old irish folk song for this post, beaten into hawks-ish homespun drawl in an apartment somewhere along the "muddy banks of the wabash". it is a song about a man whose boozy suspicions of his wife may or may not be justified, it varies by version, but whose status as a drunken fool is without question. snakehorn has chosen the happier story that the man's horns are only drunken delusions, but one never does know. according to snakehorn, this song was based on an even older song, "our goodman". our goodman. the old town drunk. al bundy. homer simpson. our presidents. the modern folk music of america. listen to these lyrics, they are humorous, even though the song has a disitintctly dirge like quality. but then laughter and sorrow are the same thing. no sadness is also some sadness.
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