The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 012

I hear those echoes calling Singing well gone again skipped to all Gone again skipped to all gone again skipped to all Skip to my darling Listen to those voices They're the voices of the famous Golden Gate Quartet And this is Tom Scott Guess you know why we're here, of course you do.

It's the Sing of America. Sing the songs handed down to us by the people who settled this great land of ours. Listen and you'll hear America singing as it conquered enemies, overcame rivers, mountains, even space and time.

These are your songs, your American heritage, the folk songs of your land. Gone again, skipped to blue, gone again, skipped to blue, skipped to blue, my darling Montana, there is an old legend which says that when the cowboys finish their riding down here on earth they keep on riding in the sky And old compo went right and out, one dog had it when he did

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait And old Orui Gee, he went along his way Yippee-yay-yay! When all that wants somebody heard of Red Ka-mazzy's soul, A-plowin' through the rugged sky, An open clouded draw, Yippee-yay-yay-yay, Yippee-yay-yay-yay, Their brands were still on fire, And their hopes were made of steel, Their horns were like a shiny ant,

And their hotbed-headed-y-wood field, A-bolt and a-beer went through the mast, A-pungin' through the skies, He saw the rider that's coming home And he heard them all cry If P.I.A. The goal Don't buy him He heard one call his name Want to save his soul from hell on the rain Then come and stop your way to deal with the shoe and ride