You Can`t Go Home Again (flies On The Butter) Lyrics
(Allen Shamblin/Austin Cunningham/Chuck Cannon)
Old tin roof, leaves in
the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies on the
butter
Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
Heard her
holler from the kitchen which one of you youngens wants to lick the
spoon
Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
Daddy
turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our underwear
Old
dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a twitching
Fall asleep on
Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking
Oh, oh, oh -
Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't feel like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, oh -
Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go
home again
Me and my best friend Vickie, set up a backyard
camp
Stole one of mama's mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a
firefly lamp
Me and Jimmy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still
haunted by the taste of a kiss I didn't get 'cause he was too chicken
liver
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't feel like it was all that
long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it every now and
then
But you can't go home again
There's a blacktop road, a faded
yellow centerline
And it can take you back to the place, but it can't take
you back in time
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
It doesn't feel like it
was all that long ago
Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
You can dream about it
every now and then
But you can't go home again
Old tin roof,
leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies
on the butter
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