| G | Em | |
| Old tin r | oof, leaves in the g | utter, |
| C | D | |
| A hole in the scr | een door as big as your f | ist, |
| G | |
| And flies on the but | ter |
| (verse 2) |
| G | |
| Mamaw baking s | ugar cookies, |
| Em | |
| We were watching ca | rtoons, |
| C | |
| I Heard her holler from the ki | tchen, |
| D | G | - | D | |
| Which one of you you | gins wants to lick the s | poo | n |
| (verse 3) |
| G | |
| Yellow jackets on the water | melon, |
| Em | |
| Honeysuckle in the | air, |
| C | |
| Daddy turning on the spr | inkler, |
| D | G | - | D | |
| Us kids running thr | ough it in our under | wea | r |
| (verse 4) |
| G | |
| Old dog napping on the fr | ont porch, |
| Em | |
| His ear | just a-twitching, |
| C | |
| Fell asleep on gra | ndaddy's lap, |
| D | G | |
| To the so | und of his pocket watch t | icking |
| (chorus) |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| Whoa Oh, | Whoa oh, |
| Cadd9 | D | G | - | D | |
| It doesn't | seem like it was a | ll that long a | go | , |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| Whoa Oh, | Whoa oh, |
| Em | Cadd9 | D | |
| You can | dream about it every now and t | hen, |
| D | G | - | Em | - | C | |
| But you | can't go home ag | ai | n |
| (verse 5) |
| G | |
| Me and my best friend J | enny, |
| Em | |
| Set up a backyard | camp, |
| C | |
| Stole one of mama's mason j | ars, |
| D | G | - | D | |
| Poked holes in the l | id and made a fire fly l | am | p, |
| (verse 6) |
| G | Em | |
| Me and Billy Mon | roe sneaking down by the r | iver, |
| C | D | |
| And I'm still haunted | by the taste of the k | iss, |
| G | |
| I was too scared to | give him |
| (chorus) |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| Whoa Oh, | Whoa oh, |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| It doesn't | seem like it was a | ll that long a | go, |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| Whoa Oh, | Whoa oh, |
| Em | Cadd9 | D | |
| You can | dream about it every now and t | hen, |
| D | Cadd9 | |
| But you | can't go home ag | ain, |
| (lead chords - Cadd9 - D - Cadd9 - D) |
| (verse 7) |
| G | |
| There's a black-top r | oad, |
| Em | |
| A faded yellow cente | rline, |
| C | |
| It can take you | back to the place, |
| D | G | - | D | |
| But it c | an't take you back in t | im | e |
| (chorus) |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| Whoa Oh, | Whoa oh, |
| Cadd9 | D | G | |
| It doesn't | seem like it was a | ll that long a | go, |
| Cadd9 | D | Bm | |
| Whoa Oh, | Whoa oh, |
| Em | Cadd9 | D | |
| You can | dream about it every now and t | hen, |
| D | G | |
| But you | can't go home ag | ain |
| (ending verse ) |
| G | Em | |
| Old tin r | oof, leaves in the gu | tter, |
| C | D | |
| A hole in the sc | reen door big as your f | ist, |
| C | - | G | |
| And flies on the butte | r |