Letras
She's a hometown prize, zips like cherry pie
First girl that made your heart sink
First kiss in the movies, cupid shooting
Drove me crazy always
Reckless to sell, do it herself, kinda rare
That you won't find most days
Days
Ooh
In a state, in another state
It's sad but true, ooh, ooh-ooh
Homemade
Wears ripped jeans on Sundays
She ain't afraid to get a little dirty, hey
Bleeding heart, believes in Jolene to Jesus
Raised right, I can't deny
There's something about girls homemade
Something 'bout 'em homemade
Something 'bout girls, homemade
Keep your champagne taste, LA to UK
Stay chasing her like whiskey
Hometown feels singing mud on four wheels
Can't sing to Garth or Jay-Z
Pretty and tough, motherly touch
Kind of love that you don't see these days
Days, yeah
Ooh
In a state, in another state
Gotta hold on you, ooh, ooh-ooh
Homemade
Wears ripped jeans on Sundays
She ain't afraid to get a little dirty, hey
Bleeding heart, believes in Jolene to Jesus
Raised right, I can't deny
There's something about girls homemade
Something 'bout 'em homemade
There's something 'bout us homemade