Those Kind Of Memories

Front porch swings, crickets singing in the night
Silver rings on the water in the moonlight
When all of us children were at home
we take turns sleeping on the floor
It's hard to find those kind of memories anymore

Ice cream man pushed his wagon in the hot sun
With just a nickel I'd run to catch him when I had one
I'd hear my momma call me home
I can almost see her through that old screen door
It's hard to find those kind of memories anymore

Maybe we're not trying in this day and time
It's hard to find those kind of memories anymore

Saturdays a picture show when it was raining
See John Wayne win a prize if you put your name in
Squirming in the pew on Sunday morning
Daddy's hand was firm but it was warm
It's hard to find those kind of memories anymore
It's so hard, hard to find those kind of memories anymore