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Lyrics by: Chuck Cannon / Allen Shamblin / Austin Cummingham Special Appearance by Wynonna and Naomi Judd (The Judds) 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 Chorus 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 kiss I was too scared to give him Repeat Chorus SongtexteThere'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 Repeat Chorus Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter Aus Songtexte Mania