Old Dan Tucker

His favorite selections were very lively.

He played, I remember, Old Dan Tucker and Money Musk, and the tune of a rollicking old song, now no doubt long forgotten, called Wait for the Wagon.

I can see him yet with his jolly eyes half-closed, his lips puckered around the whistle, and his fingers curiously and stiffly poised over the stops.

I am sure I shall never forget the thrill which his music gave to the heart of a certain barefoot boy.

It was nothing to my memory of it.

It seemed thin and tinny.

However, I persevered at it and soon produced a recognizable imitation of Tom Madison's Old Dan Tucker.

My success quite pleased me and I became so absorbed that I quite lost account of the time and place.

His favorite selections were very lively.

He played, I remember, Old Dan Tucker and Money Musk, and the tune of a rollicking old song, now no doubt long forgotten, called Wait for the Wagon.

I can see him yet, with his jolly eyes half-closed, his lips puckered around the whistle, and his fingers curiously and stiffly poised over the stops.

I am sure I shall never forget the thrill which his music gave to the heart of a certain barefoot boy.

It was nothing to my memory of it.

It seemed thin and tinny.

However, I persevered at it, and soon produced a recognizable imitation of Tom Madison's Old Dan Tucker.

My success quite pleased me, and I became so absorbed that I quite lost account of the time and place.