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
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 granddaddy's lap
To the sound of his pocket watch ticking
Oh, oh, it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Me and my best friend Vickie, set up a backyard camp
Stole one of mama's mason jars
Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp
Me and Jimmy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of a kiss I didn't get
'Cause he was too chicken liver
Oh, oh, it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
There's a blacktop road, a faded yellow centerline
And it can take you back to the place
But it can't take you back in time
Oh, oh, it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then
But you can't 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