Flies On The Butter (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
 Mama baking sugar cookies
 we were watching cartoons
 I heard her holler from the kitchen
 "Which one of you young ones 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
 I fell asleep on granddaddy's lap
 To the sound of his pocket watch ticking
 Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
 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 backyard camp
 Stole one of mama's mason jars
 Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp
 Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
 I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
 I was too scared to give him
 Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
 Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then
 But you can't go home again
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 But there's a blacktop road
 a faded yellow centerline
 It can take you back to the place
 But it can't take you back in time
 Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
 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