How could anyone not like the overalls, the dumb jokes, the butt-swatting fence boards--not to mention Buck Owens, Roy Clark and the Hagger Brothers? I can still sing, pretty much word for word, the skit songs they had like "Where oh where are you tonight?" and "Gloom, despair and agony on me" among others.
Thanks, Robyn. I'll spend the rest of the day happily humming and giggling over my own private little memories of a great show from my childhood.