Robert...Did you ever hear this song? (I'm not about to sing and record it, so you just have to imagine the music), but the words are: "She was pore, but she was honest. A victim of a rich man's whim. 'Til she met that Christian gentlem
an Big Jim Folsom and she had...a child by him. Now he sits in the legislature...making laws for all mankind, while she walks the streets of Cullman Alabama picking grapes...from his grapevine. Now it's the rich what gits the glory, it's the pore what gits the blame. It's the same the whole world over, over, over, now ain't that...a crying shame!" Just wondered.