"I go to some hollow
And sit at my still
And if whiskey don't kill me
Then I don't know what will"
Bob Dylan has evolved quite a lot since 1963, when he was just starting out. We've been listening to a lot of songs from a wide variety of times, styles, and singers, and I was thinking about Dylan and his early days when he recorded this folk song of undetermined origin. Dylan's version has never been released except as a rare/unreleased outtake, and as far as I can tell, he never recorded it again.
I was interested to learn that the American poet Carl Sandburg included this song in his 1927 collection, The American Songbag. I'm always interested in what Carl Sandburg was doing: his accomplishments are so varied! A number of songs from Sandburg's collection are available on Youtube also, here.
I'm sharing this song about drink with Elizabeth and the bloggers who share ideas and images about drinks at her blog AlteredBookLover.