Sammy Kaye, with vocal by Billy Williams, had the most popular version of the song about the time I was in the first grade in 1946.
By the 60s, The Browns made it a country pop hit.
The song is a sentimental stroll along memory lane as we observe the Lamplighters turning on the gas-powered streetlamps at dusk and extinguishing them when the sun came up.
“Gaslighting” is not about sentimental journeys. It is about vicious plots to destroy. It comes from a movie in which a husband maliciously turns the gas lamps off and on while trying to convince his wife that she is crazy for thinking she sees the lights flicker. He wants her institutionalized and out of the way.
Gaslighting is telling you that you are delusional for believing what you plainly see.
In the current Congressional hearing, phase one in the Trump impeachment, the Republicans have developed group gaslighting to a theatrical art. The President’s high crime( high as in above and more serious than codified law) of using diplomatic conversation for personal political dirty tricks did not really happen, those gaslighters insist. You are delusional to even think so.
And if their gaslighting cameos do not convince you, those congresscritters are rehearsed with lines labeled ‘whatabout,’ with which they want to get your attention to turn stage-left (OK, stage-right) to focus on some supposed distraction.
The only thing missing from the Republican burlesque cabaret is scantily clad women and Barr on stage singing Mack the Knife. It is song and dance, but it is not entertaining.
Sanchismos 
Shining a light in the darkness of the right-wing seems to only blind them further to what they refuse to admit. I do enjoy the new description of “congresscritters” but wonder if it could be made even more specific as to what kind of critter. Congressroaches perhaps. At least Stephen Colbert makes these antics into the best form of entertainment— high satire.
I only wish I had real satirical talent to be able to skewer the sobs more adequately. I do like the new insect species, “Congroaches!”
They are running out of gas. Darkness is descending.
May the sun never shine on the Republican Cosa Nostra
Thanks, Rob’t, so much to blog about, one hardly knows where to begin, or end!