Of a summer's day in the back-hill country of Henderson, Tenn., it was just plumb natural for all the farmboys to sing as they plowed their fields. Over at the Arnold farm, young Eddy would hear the voices echoing along the creek bottom and he would chime in with That Silver Haired Daddy of Mine, or maybe just practice up on his yodeling. Come sundown, he would toss his hand-me-down Sears, Roebuck geetar into a gunny sack and ride the family mule six miles into town to pick up 75ยข playing square-dance music....
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