Daddy sang with his terrific Tenor voice too many songs to list here! He loved the old time, gospel, western, traditional, country, early rock, blues, what he referred to as "Western Swayng," and "Hank" was a category unto himself.
In addition to the love of singing, what Daddy best passed on to my brother & I (on this subject) was the preference to sing incorrect lyrics on purpose. My mother was not amused when he began teaching us, as small children, the old standard: "Gorilla My Dreams I Love You . . ." Had she been a cursing woman, she would have cursed. Instead, she vehemently told us not to imbibe--which made us all the more fervent to learn this unique method of lyricism. Yes, this talent which is appreciated by some, yet abhorred by others ensures that sing-a-longs with us will not soon be forgotten. A strategically placed incorrect word or two can bring down the house amongst the revelers at a party. As children, we especially loved when he would sing in the style of the Irish tenor:

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank;
More clearly its contents to see;
I lighted a match to assist her;
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me.

& for those of you old enough to know the difference, one of my alltime favs:

"I'll be feeling you in all the old familiar places . . .

. . .& when the night is through,

         I'll be looking for some love,

                        & I'll be feeling---you"