We stopped by Silver Diner on our way home tonight and I was singing along to the jukebox with all those famous songs from the 50's, 60's & 70's. You know - the ones I can still remember the words to, yet I can't remember anything I did on Friday. The kids kept asking "are these really, real songs?"
Sing along with me ... you know you want to!
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough,
Ain't no valley low enough,
Ain't no river wide enough,
To keep me from getting to you, babe!
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
You are my Uncle Murray!!
What!?! Without missing a beat, that was Pop Up's (age 9) contribution to my little serenade. Hmmph. He thought it was hysterical that he dared ruin my song with Uncle Murray. We don't even know anyone, uncle or not, with the name Murray. Now that I think of it, that was my grandfather's middle name, but Pop Up didn't know that. Little does he know that it just further solidified my desire to introduce him and his brother to all those good old songs. Come to think of it, the satellite radio in RV's truck has all those stations. They'll be sorry! Yep, I think all those cross-country camping trips we have planned in the coming years, will be the perfect opportunity to make him sing along!
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12 years ago
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1 comment:
ROFLOL! You're so funny, and so are those kids of yours! :)
I'd sing along with you! Especially to the Supremes! :)
(And that's about the only time you'd ever hear me say, "ain't"!) ;)
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