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
Good songs, remind me of my childhood too!
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