I went 'way up in the woods on the hill there.

I was singing all the time--inside, you know.

I was so glad Mrs.Holly--wanted me.

You know what it is, when you sing inside." Perry Larson scratched his head.
"Well, no, sonny, I can't really say I do," he retorted.

"I ain't much on singin'." "Oh, but I don't mean aloud.