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Mama taught us how to sing in harmonyGrandma used to stomp her foot and slap her kneeI can still hear daddy singin' Down by the old mill streamWhen uncle Jim played the fiddle You could hear it talk you could hear it singAnd it echoed down the mountains To those Georgia pinesRan through Tennessee just like that old moonshineOld Joe Clark Cripple Creek Annie Get Your GunI guess my old time favorite was yhat Fox on the RunLike a fox, like a fox on the runGrandpa played the dobro till the break of dawnMe I had this guitar and I'd strum alongCarol played the washboard and the tamborineLittle Mary Beth would always help us singAnd it echoed down the mountains...Mama taught us how to sing in harmonyGrandma used to stomp her foot and slap her kneeI can still hear daddy singin' Down by the old mill streamWhen uncle Jim played the fiddle You could hear it talk you could hear it sing[ fiddle - dobro ]SongtexteAnd it echoed down the mountains To those Georgia pinesRan through Tennessee just like that old moonshineOld Joe Clark Cripple Creek Annie Get Your GunI guess my old time favorite was yhat Fox on the RunLike a fox, like a fox on the run Aus Songtexte Mania