OLD TIN ROOF, LEAVES IN THE GUTTER

A HOLE IN THE SCREEN DOOR AS BIG AS YOUR FIST,

AND FLIES ON THE BUTTER.

MAMAW BAKING SUGAR COOKIES,

WE WERE WATCHING CARTOONS,

I HEARD HER HOLLER FROM THE KITCHEN,

WHICH ONE OF YOU YOUNG-INS WANTS TO LICK THE SPOON

YELLOW JACKETS ON THE WATERMELON

HONEYSUCKLE IN THE AIR,

DADDY TURNIN ON THE SPRINKLER,

US KIDS RUNNIN THROUGH IT IN OUR UNDERWEAR

OLD DOG NAPPING ON THE FRONT PORCH

HIS EAR JUST A TWITCHING,

FELL ASLEEP ON GRAND DADDY’S LAP,

TO THE SOUND OF HIS POCKET WATCH TICKIN

WHOA OH, WHOA OH

IT DOESNT SEEM LIKE IT WAS ALL THAT LONG AGO,

WHOA OH, WHOA OH

YOU CAN DREAM ABOUT IT EVERY NOW AND THEN

BUT YOU CANT GO HOME AGAIN.

ME AND MY BEST FRIEND JENNY

SET UP A BACKYARD CAMP,

STOLE ONE OF MOMMA’S MASON JARS,

POKED HOLES IN THE LID AND MADE A FIRE FLY LAMP.

ME AND BILLY MONROE, SNEAKING DOWN BY THE RIVER, AND IM STILL HAUNTED BY, THE TASTE OF THE KISS

I WAS TOO SCARED TO GIVE HIM

WHOA OH, WHOA OH

IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE IT WAS ALL THAT LONG AGO

WHOA OH, WHOA 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 LINE,

IT CAN TAKE YOU BACK TO THE PLACE,

BUT IT CAN’T TAKE YOU BACK IN TIME.

WHOA OH, WHOA OH

IT DOESN’T SEEM THAT LONG AGO,

WHOA OH, WHOA 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.