The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 073

I hear those echoes calling on again skip to my blue Call again skip to my blue Call again skip to my blue skip to my darling Howdy neighbors, this is a program of your songs The songs your forefathers and the folks who came before them sang These are the Songs of America.

And this is Tom Scott speaking for the Golden Gate Quartet and inviting you to hear America sing. Sing as it fought wars, sailed the seas, heard it the cattle, felled the forests and developed our great pioneering tradition.

These are your songs, the folk songs of America. On again, skip to my lose, skip to my dole in There's lots of folk songs that remind me of beautiful flowers that come up on a hillside just as though they were dropped out of the sky.

Take a song like Buck-eye Gym. Can't trace Buck-eye Gym's exact birthplace, but I do know that the song came from Southern Mountain Country. Up out of a holler or down from a hill in the Southern Appalachians came Buck-eye Gym.

We up yonder above the sky, a blue bird lived in a jaybird's eye. Buck our gym, you can't go, go weave and spin. You can't go, buck our gym, buck our gym. You can't go, go weave and spin.

You can't go, buck our gym. Way up yonder above the moon, a blue jay nest in a silver spoon. Buck our gym, you can't go, go weave and spin. Down yon runo halo lo, a red bird dance with a green bullfrog

Bugeye Jim, you can't go, go even spin, you can't go Bugeye Jim, Bugeye Jim, you can't go, go even spin, you can't go Bugeye Jim, you can't go, Bugeye Jim Well last Monday morning, la la la Well last Monday morning, la la la la