familiar sounds

when i was kid, growing up in south-south-south georgia, we lived in an old-old-old little farm-like house in a great neighborhood. the house was drafty, echo-y, it creeked and squeeked. my dad had a small, prestigiously selective collection of vinyl records. one of them i heard so often that her voice was a constant sound in the background that mulled well with the other white noise of the house. here is one song, probably the most memorable.