You come in the house for dinner And you wash your face and hands in a pan Throw the water out the backdoor And you throw in on a chicken if you can Smellin' all the cookin' And wishin' that the blessin' would end Oh, I wish that I could smell it But you can't go back again Sittin' on the front porch Listenin' to the katydids sing The kids are catchin' lightin' bugs And make little shiny diamond rings The folks are tryin' to figure How the Wheelers and Higgins are kin Wish that I could hear 'em tell it But you can't go back again Oh, the kindlin's all cut And it's stacked there a waitin' to burn There's a ring on the floor Where the cream leaked out of the churn Everybody's talkin' 'bout the news That's a goin' around Charlie Finch's daughter got in trouble And she had to leave town Mama's washin' dishes And she's got a pair of britches to mend Wish that I could watch her do it But you can't go back again Oh, the kindlin's all cut and it's stacked Everybody's talkin' bout the news Oh, I wish that I could watch her But you can't go back again