Текст песни Lari White - You Can`t Go Home Again
Lari White - You Can`t Go Home Again слова песни
(Flies On The Butter)(Allen Shamblin/Austin Cunningham/Chuck Cannon)Old tin roof, leaves in the gutterA hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies on the butterMamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoonsHeard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngens wants to lick the spoonYellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the airDaddy turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our underwearOld dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a twitchingFall asleep on Granddaddy`s lap to the sound of his pocket watch tickingOh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, ohIt doesn`t feel like it was all that long agoOh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, ohYou can dream about it every now and thenBut you can`t go home againMe and my best friend Vickie, set up a backyard campStole one of mama`s mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lampMe and Jimmy Monroe, sneaking down by the riverI`m still haunted by the taste of a kiss I didn`t get `cause he was too chicken liverOh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, ohIt doesn`t feel like it was all that long agoOh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, ohYou can dream about it every now and thenBut you can`t go home againThere`s a blacktop road, a faded yellow centerlineAnd it can take you back to the place, but it can`t take you back in timeOh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, ohIt doesn`t feel like it was all that long agoOh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, ohYou 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 fist and flies on the butter