caught this saying on last night's seinfeld. learned that it's from a subversive civil war song, blue-tailer fly, in which a slave sings about how his master got drunk, fell, hit his head, and died. like many old stories/expressions, there are different versions to follow. but we now use it for a common purpose, as sung by the slave, "and i don't care".
folksongs are always interesting to discover, like "cats in the cradle", very southern and slightly sad.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
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