Lari White You Can`t Go Home Again (flies On The Butter) Lyrics

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