Pretty Polly

As we were finishing up the picking session at the Chaffin house last night, Doug’s wife, Donna, popped in from the next room to say she felt like she ought to call our families to warn them that we were all coming home in a murderous mood, judging from some of the tunes we’d been playing. Well, truth to tell, there is something about heavy summer night air that can sometimes darken the storytelling. It was several decades ago that The Flood put its own stamp on this harrowing little Appalachian murder mystery. We don’t do the song that much anymore — only on those sultry nights when with the blood is up and the moon is down.