Flies On The Butter (You Can’t Go Home Again) by The Judds

Enjoy, The Judds – Flies on the Butter

Artist: The Judds
Album: I Will Stand by You: The Essential Collection
Released: 2011

Lyrics
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 young ones wants to lick the spoon?”
Yellow jackets on the watermelon
Honeysuckle in the air
Daddy turns on the sprinkler
Us kids running through it in our underwear
Old dog napping on the front porch
His ear was just a twitching
I 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
I 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
But 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