Old tin roof, leaves in the gutterA hole in the screen door big as your fistAnd flies on the butterMama baking sugar cookieswe were watching cartoonsI heard her holler from the kitchen"Which one of you young ones wants to lick the spoon?"Yellow jackets on the watermelonhoneysuckle in the airDaddy turning on the sprinklerUs kids running through it in our underwearOld dog napping on the front porchhis ear just a twitchingI fell asleep on granddaddy's lapTo the sound of his pocket watch tickingOh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long agoOh, oh, you can dream about it every now and thenBut you can't go home againMe and my best friend Jenny set up a backyard campStole one of mama's mason jarsPoked holes in the lid and made a firefly lampMe and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the riverI'm still haunted by the taste of the kissI was too scared to give himOh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long agoOh, oh, you can dream about it every now and thenBut you can't go home againBut there's a blacktop roada faded yellow centerlineIt can take you back to the placeBut it can't take you back in timeOh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long agoOh, oh, you can dream about it every now and thenBut you can't go home againOld tin roof, leaves in the gutterA hole in the screen door big as your fistAnd flies on the butter
