Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter

A hole in the screen door big as

your fist, and flies on the butter

Mamaw 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

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 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

You can dream about

it every now and then

But you can't go home again

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

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