My friend's brother told me this story one time about a roommate he had in college named Joseph (he called him Joe most of the time though) and how he kinda ruined his life back then. So he and Joseph has been roommates for like two years and they hung out a lot and went to football games together, but Joe was kind of a secretive guy. He never told her brother where he came from, although he assumed it was from somewhere down south. So Joe was the jealous type, and he started getting Worked up because her brother had been seeing this girl and spending lots more time with her than with him. Anyway, one day after like a year of them dating, he proposes to the girl and she says yes. They plan their wedding and all is going well, and he invites Joe to come to his wedding and be his best man. Joe agrees, but he isn't super stoked about it. Unfortunately, about a month before the wedding, Joe is at work and he trips and falls face first into a glass table, which cuts him up pretty bad, and he goes to the ER and they have to put him under to stitch the wounds. Unfortunately, they had to remove one of his eyes because a shard of glass was jammed into it, so he had to wear a cotton pad over where his eye was. Anyway, cut to the night before the wedding. My friend's brother, Joe, and the other groomsmen are having a bachelor party, and they all get blackout drunk. At some point during the night, Joe leaves the party and runs off with the bride to be, never to be seen or heard from again. My friend's brother tells this story with an air of wistful sadness, and says it really upsets him even a decade later because (and I quote) "If it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, Where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton eye Joe?"