BUCKET TO THE SOUTH
(Gail Davies)

Gail Davies - 1978
Ava Barber - 1978

Also recorded by: 
Lawrence Welk & His Orch.; Lynn Anderson; Mitzi Gaynor.


The squeakin' of a screen door and the callin' of a sweet voice
Granma'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 Granpa 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

(Instrumental Break)

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



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2007)


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As recorded by AVA BARBER:


Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back

The squeakin' of a screen door and the callin' of a sweet voice
Granma's back in Tennessee, 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 Granpa taught the righteous, he taught the love of Jesus
All the Earth would someday be a kingdom paradise

He's singin' "I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away"
If  you ever live your childhood over, take me back to Tennessee
I'll fly away

And I'm takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back

(Instrumental Break)

Now my Aunt Ina loved me, and with a Southern drawl she called me
We'd gather in the family and be singin' old folk songs
Broken Bo was good to me, Miss Virgil,  Wayne and Gracie
We lost Dol and Dancy, but the mem'ry lingers on

And I'm takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries, bring it on back
Takin' my bucket down to the South
Gonna fill it up with mem'ries..............FADE



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2007)









(Contributed by  - January 2007)