Front porch swings – crickets singing in the night
Silver rings – on the water in the moonlight
When all us children were at home
We’d take turns sleepin’ on the floor
It’s hard to find – those kind of memrys any more
Ice cream man – pushed his wagon in the hot sun
Just a nickel – I’d run to catch him when I had one
I’d hear my mama call me home
I can almost see her through that old screen door
It’s hard to find – those kind of memrys any more
Maybe we’re not tryin’ – this day in time
It’s hard to find – those kind of memrys any more
Saturdays - a picture show that it was rainin’
See John Wayne – and win a prize if you put your name in
Squirmin’ in the pew on Sunday morning
Daddy’s hand was firm, but it was warm
It’s hard to find – those kind of memrys any more
It’s so hard, hard to find – those kind of memrys any more