Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
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A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter
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Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
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Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the spoon?
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Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
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Daddy turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our underwear
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Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a-twitching
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Fell asleep on Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking
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[Chorus]
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Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
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It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
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Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
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You can dream about it every now and then
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But you can't go home again
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Me and my best friend Jenny set up a back yard camp
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Stole one of Mama's Mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp
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Me and Billy Monroe sneaking down by the river
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And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss I was too scared to give him
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[Repeat Chorus]
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There's a black-top road, a faded yellow centerline
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It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you back in time
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
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A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter
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Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)
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| Wynonna Judd |
