Слова:
Wynonna Flies On The Butter You Can T Go Home Again

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,

ago Oh, oh, oh - Oh, 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 back yard camp

long ago Oh, oh, oh - Oh, 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 back yard