My father was from Ireland, and his taste in music ran toward bands like The Dubliners. There were, however, a few American songs he enjoyed. I remember that every time this song came on the radio, he would smile and tap his toe. I still enjoy this song and the memory of him sitting in the kitchen, listening to the radio play "Looking Out My Backdoor."
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