Roy taught me how to play baseball and do the foxtrot on the harp
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Taught me how to swim and fish and tell the difference between bass and carp
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Taught me how to snap my fingers whistle through my teeth oh Uncle Roy
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He sure took time to make times good for a little pesty half grown boy
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Aunt Kathleen would wash my clothes and blow my nose whenever nature called
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Darn my socks and damn the pox but kept me out of school from fall to fall
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Gave me movie money though I never did my chores the way I should
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To a nasty little nephew Kathleen you sure made aunthood awful good
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And Freddy used to laughed to me whenever something valuable got broke
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He taught me how to climb a tree about birds and bees and taught me how to smoke
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He took me on a first date I was scared to death but he said you'll do fine
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Good buddy you're my cousin but you seem more like a brother of mine
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But you can't go home to the good times you can't go home anymore
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Roy's all crippled up now Kathleen can hardly see
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Freddy's off somewhere to fight a war
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But you can't go home to the good times you can't go home anymore
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Everything has changed and who were there to blame
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Gone far that you just can't go home
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Looking back I'd say I had the best childhood that money just can't buy
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And I owe it all to free good folks who took me in when mom began to die
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They always told me son just do what's right and you'll be proud just wait and see
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Well Roy and Kathleen I'm only proud that you're the ones who's proud of me
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But you can't go home to the good times you can't go home anymore
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Roy's rheumatism Kathleen's cataract and Freddy's fightin' someone else's war
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You Can't Go Home
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| The Statler Brothers |
