Growing up, a cousin and sometimes friends or our brothers and I would travel in the back of a pickup under a homemade camper shell. It had a tailgate window and a wood board (bed) across the back's front third. We traveled all around New Mexico, Old Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, Oklahoma, and Texas. We would sing to make the trip go by more quickly. There was no cool air or heat, and the road was loud as those tires hit the pavement.

We sang loudly. We laughed. We told stories, too. We had several songs we would sing over and over again. These are a few...