I hear the bullfrogs singing bass on the pond And it’s still music to my ears The sounds of laughter when the kinfolks would come And all the good times that we shared I still remember all those warm summer nights And the moonlight shining through the trees Miss Evon Taylor was my southern delight I’ve got my country memories I sure am sorry for the ones who don’t know What living’s really all about I’m really sorry for the ones that can’t go To see Magnolia trees blossom in the south I still go walking down a dusty old road And feel the dirt beneath my feet In my mind I’m at the old fishing hole I’ve got my country memories I’ve got my country memories