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Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter |
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A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter |
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Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons |
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Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the spoon? |
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Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air |
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Daddy turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our underwear |
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Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a-twitching |
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Fell asleep on |
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Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking [Chorus] |
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Oh, oh, oh - |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago |
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Oh, oh, oh - |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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You can dream about it every now and then |
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But you can't go home again |
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Me and my best friend |
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Jenny set up a back yard camp |
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Stole one of |
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Mama's Mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp |
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Me and Billy |
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Monroe sneaking down by the river |
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And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss |
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I was too scared to give him [Repeat Chorus] |
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There's a black-top road, a faded yellow centerline |
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It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you back in time [Repeat Chorus] |
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Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter |
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A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter |
