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   I heard her holler from the kitchen   "Which one of you youngen'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, it doesn't seem 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 Jenny set up a backyard camp   Stole one of mama's mason jars   Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp      Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river   I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss   I was too scared to give him      Oh, oh, it doesn't seem 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   It can take you back to the place   But it can't take you back in time      Oh, oh, it doesn't seem 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