Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Some old songs


My dad used to sing.  Most often it started was when the front tires of the '58 Plymouth station wagon hit a dirt road.  I don't think he realized he was singing.  Just him driving and the kids behaving in the back of the car.




This song captures the type of song and the (almost) a cappella delivery

Can she bake a cherry pie?

She'll be comin' round the mountain...

Put your head on my shoulder

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