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 youngens 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 Fell asleep on granddaddys lap To the sound of his pocket watch ticking Oh, oh, it doesnt seem like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then But you cant go home again Me and my best friend Jenny set up a backyard camp Stole one of mamas mason jars Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river Im still haunted by the taste of the kiss I was too scared to give him Oh, oh, it doesnt seem like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then But you cant go home again Theres a blacktop road, a faded yellow centerline It can take you back to the place But it cant take you back in time Oh, oh, it doesnt seem like it was all that long ago Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then But you cant go home again Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist And flies on the butterYou might also like
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