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

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 youngin's 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 

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 

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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 

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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 butter