There were always songs on car trips, Jerry, and my Mom sang constantly when working around the house. My Dad sang, but he was completely tone deaf. He knew up. He knew down. Actual notes weren't important to him. It didn't stop him, and he loved to sing. He also sang "Trail of the Lonesome Pine," but he did the parody - the one about the cow on the railroad tracks.

We also sang the other songs you mentioned - Casey and Bicycle, also Daisy, Daisy, the Daring Young Man On The Flying Trapeze, There's a Long, Long Trail. When I was a kid, I thought that last one was a metaphor for death, although I don't think I knew what "metaphor" meant when I was 8 or 9. I must have been a strange child.

...and the band played on.