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Karaokê Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again) - Wynonna Judd & Naomi Judd

Esta música é uma versão de Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again), popularizada por Wynonna Judd

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 62 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: La♭

Duração: 04:29 - Visualizar: 02:26

Ano de lançamento: 2003
Estilos: Country, Músicas de amor, Em inglês
Autor Original: James Shamblin, Austin Cunningham, Chuck Cannon

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Letra Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)

Old tin roof leaves in the gutter
Hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies on the butter
Mama 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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again mmm mmm
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 of the kiss
I was too scared to give him
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
There'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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 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

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