You Can't Go Home Again (flies On The Butter) Lyrics - Singles - Lari White

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 

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, it doesn't feel 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 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, it doesn't feel 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 

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, it doesn't feel 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