Immediately Johnny Cash springs to mind. My Dad used to sing, it’s one of my earliest and lest likely to disappear memories. If i just close my eyes I can hear him now,
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I fell down, down, down
and the flames burned higher
My Dad could play any musical instrument, the piano, the guitar, the piano accordion, he played them by ear and he sang. A lovely, deep, full of timbre voice. He sang all the time, and for me as a child, to just listen was pure bliss. Johnny Cash, Slim Dusty, Charlie Pride, Willie Nelson, Glen Campbell, John Denver and a whole heap of others that now escape my memory.
So “Ring of Fire” is forever my Dad singing.