(flies on the butter)

(allen shamblin/austin cunningham/chuck cannon)



Old tin roofleaves in the gutter

A hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies on the butter

Mamaw baking sugar cookieswe were watching cartoons

Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngens wants to lick the spoon

Yellow jackets on the watermelonhoneysuckle in the air

Daddy turning on the sprinklerus kids running through it in our underwear

Old dog napping on the front porchhis ear just a twitching

Fall asleep on granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking



Ohohoh - ohohoh

It doesn't feel like it was all that long ago

Ohohoh - ohohoh

You can dream about it every now and then

But you can't go home again



Me and my best friend vickieset up a backyard camp

Stole one of mama's mason jarspoked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp

Me and jimmy monroesneaking down by the river

I'm still haunted by the taste of a kiss I didn't get 'cause he was too chicken liver



Ohohoh - ohohoh

It doesn't feel like it was all that long ago

Ohohoh - ohohoh

You can dream about it every now and then

But you can't go home again



There's a blacktop roada faded yellow centerline

And it can take you back to the placebut it can't take you back in time



Ohohoh - ohohoh

It doesn't feel like it was all that long ago

Ohohoh - ohohoh

You can dream about it every now and then

But you can't go home again



Old tin roofleaves in the gutter

A hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies on the butter