| Cue Sheet | - OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER
4 ladies promenade go once inside that ring
You're gonna get on home and swing your man, now everybody swing
Join hands and circle to the left, go movin' round you do
Allemande left that corner now, weave around that town
I'll fly away, ole glory
Dosado and promenade
Singing when I die hallelujah bye and bye
I'll...
Sides face grand square
- FIGURE (#1)
Takin' my bucket down to the south
Gonna fill it up with memories and bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the south
Gonna fill it up with memories and bring it on back
I'll fly away, ole glory
I'll fly away
Head 2 couples square thru and get 4 hands you go now
Gonna around that corner lady dosado one time you know
Make a wave and swing thru, those boys trade
Turn thru, left allemande, you're gonna weave around that ring
- FIGURE (#2)
Takin' my bucket down to the south
Gonna fill it up with memories and bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the south
Dosado and promenade
Head 2 couples square thru and get 4 hands you know now
You're gonna meet that corner, step to a wave and swing thru you do
The boys trade, turn thru and when you do
Allemande that corner now turn thru again
- TAG
...fly away
Swing her
I'll fly away
(Sequence: Opener, Figure #1, Figure #2, Middle Break, Figure #1, Figure #2, Closer, Tag)
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| Lyrics |
The squeakin' of a screen door and the callin' of a sweet voice
Grandma's back in Oklahoma, cookin' up somethin' nice
I can hear her scold me for the good girl that I should be
Wish that she could hold me on this cold and rainy night
The bayin' of an old hound, well it takes me to my hometown
Years have brought my heart down, but my soul was born to fly
My Grandpa taught the righteous, he taught the love of Jesus
All the Earth will someday be a kingdom paradise
He's singin' "I'll see the day, oh glory, I'll see the day
If you let me live my childhood over, take me back to Oklahoma
I'll see the day"
Now my Aunt Ina loved me, and with a Southern drawl she called me
We'd gather in the family and be singin' the old folk songs
Smokin' Bo was good to me, and Miss Virgil, Wayne and Gracie
We lost Dol and Dancy, but the memory lives on
Well I'm takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
My Dad was quite a guitar man, pickin' with his country band
Well he trifled with a woman, Lord, it broke my Mama's heart
So we left the country, me and my brothers Ron and Jimmy
Loved that country music, that's where I got my start
I'm takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with memory, bring it on back
Lyrics by Gail Davies.
Recorded by Lynn Anderson. |
