Homemade

(альбом: American White Trash - 2018)

Just sitting back reminiscing back in the day in grandpa's truck
Heading out to the woods at 5 a.m. tryna kill that big ol' buck
I never would imagined all the memories he be finally gone
Flipping through the vinyls drop the needle on his favorite song
Man so many lessons learned, I never knew 'til now
Overlooking every mistake I made, man I'm just wondering how
I made a vow to teach my son the same ol', same ol' thing
And when he gets older I can tell him 'bout them good ol' days

All the hell I put myself through
A couple sips of granddad's home brew
And one girl that almost got away, thank God she stayed
The lessons learned with my dad fishing
Those long talks in mama's kitchen
She always knew just what to say to make it all okay
Yeah, every part of me came from this place
Homemade

Yeah I remember that '73
It had holes in the floorboard and a three on the tree
He used to let me take it out every Saturday night
I felt just like a king sitting at the red light
Can't forget leaving Jesse's house after a few
Wound up in a ditch with a hell of a view
Mr. Barry called my daddy, heard him come unglued
I was more afraid of him than the red and the blue, man

All the hell I put myself through
A couple sips of granddad's home brew
And one girl that almost got away, thank God she stayed
The lessons learned with my dad fishing
Those long talks in mama's kitchen
She always knew just what to say to make it all okay
Yeah every part of me came from this place
Homemade, oh

See that barn where I got my first scar
Scrapped knees, ripped jeans, and a broken arm
First kiss down by the park
In the valley where I was raised

All the hell I put myself through
A couple sips of granddad's home brew
And one girl that almost got away, thank God she stayed
The lessons learned with my dad fishing
Those long talks in mama's kitchen
She always knew just what to say to make it all okay
Yeah, every part of me came from this place
Homemade, homemade, homemade
Homemade