Mama taught us how to sing in harmony Grandma used to stomp her foot and slap her knee I can still hear daddy singin' Down by the old mill stream When uncle Jim played the fiddle You could hear it talk you could hear it sing And it echoed down the mountains To those Georgia pines Ran through Tennessee just like that old moonshine Old Joe Clark Cripple Creek Annie Get Your Gun I guess my old time favorite was that Fox on the Run Like a fox, like a fox on the run Grandpa played the dobro till the break of dawn Me I had this guitar and I'd strum along Carol played the washboard and the tamborine Little Mary Beth would always help us sing And it echoed down the mountains To those Georgia pines Ran through Tennessee just like that old moonshine Old Joe Clark Cripple Creek Annie Get Your Gun I guess my old time favorite was that Fox on the Run Like a fox, like a fox on the run Oh like a fox on the run, like a fox on the run Oh like a fox on the run, like a fox on the run Mama taught us how to sing in Harmony