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    "You Can't Go Home" Lyrics

    The Statler Brothers

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    (Don Reid)

    Roy taught me how to play baseball
    And do the foxchase on the harp
    Taught me how to swim and fish
    And tell the difference between bass and carp.

    Taught me how to snap my fingers
    Whistle through my teeth, oh, Uncle Roy
    He sure took time to make times good
    For a little pesty half grown boy.

    And Kathleen would wash my clothes
    And blow my nose whenever nature called
    Darn my socks and damn the pox
    That kept me out of school from fall to fall.

    Gave me movie money though I
    Never did my chores the way I should
    To a nasty little nephew Kathleen
    You sure made aunthood awful good.

    And Freddy used to lie for me
    Whenever something valuable got broke
    He taught me how to climb a tree
    About birds and bees and taught me how to smoke.

    He took me on my first date
    I was scared to death but he said you'll do fine
    Good buddy, you're my cousin
    But you seem more like a brother of mine.

    But you can't go home to the good times
    You can't go home anymore
    Roy's all crippled up now, Kathleen can hardly see
    Freddy's off somewhere to fight a war.

    And you can't go home to the good times
    You can't go home anymore
    Everything has changed and who is there to blame
    For the fact that you just can't go home.

    --- Instrumental ---

    Looking back I'd say I had the best childhood
    That money just can't buy
    And I owe it all to three good folks
    Who took me in when mom began to die.

    They always told me son just do what's right
    And you'll be proud just wait and see
    Well, Roy and Kathleen I'm only proud
    That you're the ones who's proud of me.

    But you can't go home to the good times
    You can't go home anymore
    Roy's rheumatism, Kathleen's cataract
    And Freddy's fightin' someone else's war...
    This song was submitted on January 5th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by D Reid.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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