Wynonna Judd - Flies On The Butter (you Can't Go Home Again) lyrics

Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the bu*ter Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the spoon? Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeys**le 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 Fell asleep on Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking [Chorus] Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh It doesn't seem 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 Jenny set up a back yard camp Stole one of Mama's Mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp Me and Billy Monroe sneaking down by the river And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss I was too scared to give him [Repeat Chorus] There's a black-top road, a faded yellow centerline It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you back in time [Repeat Chorus] Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the bu*ter