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

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