The Judds - 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 Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons I heard her holler from the kitchen "Which one of you youngen'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 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 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 bu*ter