You Cant Go Home Again — текст песни (Lari White)

(flies on the butter)

(allen shamblin/austin cunningham/chuck cannon)



Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter

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

Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons

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

Fall asleep on granddaddys lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking



Oh, oh, oh - oh, oh, oh

It doesnt feel like it was all that long ago

Oh, oh, oh - oh, oh, oh

You can dream about it every now and then

But you cant go home again



Me and my best friend vickie, set up a backyard camp

Stole one of mamas mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp

Me and jimmy monroe, sneaking down by the river

Im still haunted by the taste of a kiss I didnt get cause he was too chicken liver



Oh, oh, oh - oh, oh, oh

It doesnt feel like it was all that long ago

Oh, oh, oh - oh, 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

And it can take you back to the place, but it cant take you back in time



Oh, oh, oh - oh, oh, oh

It doesnt feel like it was all that long ago

Oh, oh, oh - oh, 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 butter