[ti:Flies on the Butter]
[ar:Wynonna Judd]
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[00:00.00]Wynonna Judd：：Flies on the Butter
[00:15.17]Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
[00:22.76]A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter
[00:30.31]Mamaw baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
[00:37.56]Heard her holler from the kitchen which one of you youngin's wants to lick the spoon?
[00:45.18]Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
[00:52.74]Daddy turning on the sprinkler, us kids running through it in our underwear
[00:59.74]Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a-twitching
[01:07.58]Fell asleep on Granddaddy's lap to the sound of his pocket watch ticking
[01:15.42]Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
[01:23.07]It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
[01:30.96]Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
[01:39.03]You can dream about it every now and then
[01:44.77]But you can't go home again
[01:53.56]Me and my best friend Jenny set up a back yard camp
[02:00.75]Stole one of Mama's Mason jars, poked holes in the lid and made a fire fly lamp
[02:08.45]Me and Billy Monroe sneaking down by the river
[02:16.38]And I'm still haunted by the taste kiss I was too scared to give him
[02:24.31]Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
[02:32.10]It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
[02:39.63]Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
[02:47.22]You can dream about it every now and then
[02:53.85]But you can't go home again
[03:09.81]There's a black-top road, a faded yellow centerline
[03:17.72]It can take you back to the place, but it can't take you back in time
[03:26.21]Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
[03:33.72]It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
[03:41.55]Oh, oh, oh - Oh, oh, oh
[03:49.74]You can dream about it every now and then
[03:55.57]But you can't go home again
[04:01.07]Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
[04:24.59]A hole in the screen door big as your fist, and flies on the butter
[04:29.45]end