a long time ago. I had a girlfriend named Susan. I took her to this nice little restaurant. We were sitting outside on a nice beautiful day. I had planned after dinner to propose to her. Our waiter come by and said I will be your server for this evening, My name is "Joe". So we placed an order for drinks, and a few minutes later Joe comes back with our drinks. The next thing that happen Joe stumbled and planted his head right into this glass table. So my girlfriend immediately pulled something out of purse to stop the bleeding, especially one of his eyes, but all she had were.....well lets say rolled up cotton for her personal needs. So here this poor man had cotton to stop his eye from bleeding. An ambulance was called and she insisted that she ride with him to the hospital, and off she went. Believe or not we both never seen each other after that. So that just leaves me thinking. If it hadn't been for Cotton Eyed Joe, I'd been married long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from Cotton Eyed Joe?
