paroles de chanson You Can't Go Home - The Statler Brothers

Roy taught me how to play baseball
And do the fox chase 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
You sure took time to make times good
For a little pesky half-grown boy

And Kathleen would wash my clothes
Or blow my nose whenever nature called
Darn my socks and damn the pox
That kept me out of school from fall to fall
Give me movie money
Though I never did my chores the way I should
To a nasty little nephew, Kathleen
You sure made manhood 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 is changed
And who is there to blame
For the fact that you just can't go home

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 cataracts
And Freddy's fighting someone else's war