One Night After A Romantic Meal

One night, after a romantic meal, I was walking home with my girlfriend, and I decided it would be the right time to propose to her.

So I turned to her, looked her in the eye and got down on one knee.

But, as I was grabbing the ring, the old local drunk named Joseph came by.

He’d injured his eye and was wearing a cotton patch to cover it.

No one knew where he’d once lived and he never told.

But, he stumbled over, grabbed my girlfriend and kissed her.

She was shocked but also seemingly enjoyed it.

She left with him and I never found out where they went.

It’s been almost 6 years and I still think about it.

So, If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe I’d be married a long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go?

Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?