Bus...I sang right along with this dude. I remember singing this song as a kid on the farm, Jane Murdoch strumming on that guitar on the front porch of that farm house. Dad had a 16mm movie of it and, in that movie, he panned out to the side field to show Joan riding Blackie. I was wonderful. Sadly, that movie, along with many others, suffered a fatal rain storm while poorly stored in Lady's stall of the old barn. But thanks for bringing the wonderful memory of Jane Murdoch and that song back.
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Bus...I sang right along with this dude. I remember singing this song as a kid on the farm, Jane Murdoch strumming on that guitar on the front porch of that farm house. Dad had a 16mm movie of it and, in that movie, he panned out to the side field to show Joan riding Blackie. I was wonderful. Sadly, that movie, along with many others, suffered a fatal rain storm while poorly stored in Lady's stall of the old barn. But thanks for bringing the wonderful memory of Jane Murdoch and that song back.
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