I'd say that old Ed here should lay off the moonshine before he sets out on the road.
Someone needs to get a life.
I just had to revisit this thread today due to something I ran across on the way to do something else...
I was discussing Scott Joplin with a friend, and needed to revisit his works, since the first 5 years of my daughter's lifetime piano experience were almost exclusively rag...
Here among his dozens of works, Scott Joplin had this one...
"I Am Thinking of My Pickanniny Days" (1902); lyrics by Henry Jackson
When I saw that, I just couldn't stop laughing.
Words...
They are simply words.