The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 058

I hear those echoes call Say well, gone again, skipped to my Lou, gone again, skipped to my Lou, gone again, skipped to my Lou, skipped to my Lou, my darling Hmm, 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 song sounded 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. All a work song that's familiar, wherever the cry of timber, breaks the deep silence of the towering forest.

It's all about a pair of oxen, one of which was known as Cunningham. The title is Wobuck. But won't go and Jim won't pull Papa's gonna vie me another little boo Oh, back fuck and jee by the lamb Who made the back-band cutting ham Who back fuck and jee by the lamb Who made the back-band cutting ham

Who back fuck and jee by the lamb Who made the back-band cutting ham I pop my whip and bring the blood Make my leaders take the mud We grab the wheels and turn them round One long pull and we're on hard ground Woke back, Buck and Jivah the lamb Who made the backband calling ham

Woke back, Buck and Jivah the lamb Who made the backband conning ham? When I get where the hills are steep Doo! It would make my poor tender heart weep To hear me cry and pop my whip To see my old ox pull and slip A wool backbuck and G by the lamb Who made the backband conning ham?