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Flies on the Butter (You Can't Go Back In Time)

Saturday, July 08, 2017



This morning my mind has been racing back to when I was a kid. Different images keep popping up. I'm not sure why I'm being nostalgic this morning, but it's okay. Our memories are free and we can go back in time anytime we want to. God sure made us in peculiar ways, didn't he?

I remember once disobeying my mom. I was probably about three years old. She was canning and sent my sister out to an old pile of canning jars. She told me not to go go with Jenny. I didn't listen. As a result I fell on a jar, dang near cut my hand off. I had to have over 300 stitches. I was in the hospital for almost six weeks and the doctor said I'd probably never use my hand again. I have scars to prove that fall, but miraculously I can use that hand. He had mom and dad try one more thing a few months later and that was putting my hand down in a bowl of water with a ball that I had to squeeze. While I don't remember doing that, I do remember that fall. Such an odd thing to remember.

I want to share this song with all of you....Flies on the Butter. It's a Wyonna and Naomi Judd song. Very nostalgic, like the mood I'm in this morning.. This is my version...I hope it can take you back in time too....

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Flies on the Butter

Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter

Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons
I heard her holler from the kitchen
"Which one of you youngen'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, it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again

Me and my best friend Jenny set up a backyard camp
Stole one of mama's mason jars
Poked holes in the lid and made a firefly lamp

Me and Billy Monroe, sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the taste of the kiss
I was too scared to give him

Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh, you can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again

There's a blacktop road, a faded yellow centerline
It can take you back to the place
But it can't take you back in time

Oh, oh, it doesn't seem like it was all that long ago
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

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

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