| I hear the bullfrog singin' bass on the pond
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| And it’s still music to my ears
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| The sound of laughter when the kinfolks would come
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| And all the good times that we shared
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| I still remember all those warm summer nights
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| And the moonlight shinin' through the trees
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| Miss Evon Taylor was my southern delight
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| I’ve got my country memories
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| I sure am sorry for the one’s that don’t know
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| What livings really all about
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| I’m really sorry for the one’s that can’t go
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| To see magnolia trees blossom in the south
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| I still go walkin' down a dusty old road
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| And feel the dirt beneath my feet
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| In my mind I’m at the old fishin' hole
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| I’ve got my country memories
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| I sure am sorry for the one’s that don’t know
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| What livings really all about
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| I’m really sorry for the one’s that can’t go
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| To see magnolia trees blossom in the south
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| I still go walkin' down a dusty old road
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| And feel the dirt beneath my feet
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| In my mind I’m at the old fishin' hole
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| I’ve got my country memories |