Karaoké Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again) Wynonna Judd & Naomi Judd

Old tin roof leaves in the gutter

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 youngin's 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

Granddaddy's lap

To the sound of his pocket watch ticking

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

You can dream about it every now and then

But you can't go home again mmm mmm

Me and my best friend Jenny set up a back yard camp

Stole one of mama's Mason jars

Poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp

Me and Billy Monroe sneaking down by the river

And I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss

I was too scared to give him

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

You can dream about it every now and then

But you can't go home again

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

There's a black-top road a faded yellow centerline

It can take you back to the place but it can't take you back in time

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 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