Niño Y Pistola - Back In The Years lyrics

It was fourteen years ago I took this same road to find my own way home. Now I'm coming back to the place where I once belonged, nowhere left to run. I can smell the lemon trees back in the years. I can see my old man's boots covered in mud. I wish I could come back home, go back in time. Now I'm holding in my hands a tiny photograph that's almost all I've got, father'n'mother's memories I keep in black and white. I wonder where they are now. I can feel the morning dew I can hear the rooster singing I can feel the prairie wind back in the years. I can smell my mother's stew on Saturday night. I wish I could come back home, go back in time.