"Homegrown Tomatoes" lyrics
Jack Ingram, Miranda Lambert & Jon Randall Lyrics
Sittin' in the shade, loaded lemonade, watching the hummingbirds
Humming me a tune all afternoon, best song I've never heard
Texas sky and big blue eyes staring over aviators
Got a big boom box, Bulleit on the rocks, homegrown tomatoes
Come on Guy, get us all high, sing us a country song
We're all fucked up, fallin' in love, we're all just singin' along
Tequila shots, Bud Light top, yup, she's a little instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine like homegrown tomatoes
Brisket on cooking low and long smoking up the neighborhood
If we do it right we can go all night like Emmy and Dollywood
If you ain't in it for fun tonight, it's see ya later alligator
We're US prime, weed and wine, homegrown tomatoes
Come on, Guy, get us all high, sing us a country song
We're all fucked up, fallin' in love, we're all just singin' along
Tequila shots, Bud Light top, yeah, she's a little instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine like homegrown tomatoes
Come on Guy, get us all high, sing us a country song
We're all fucked up, fallin' in love, everybody's singing along
Tequila shots, Bud Light top, she's a little instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine. What? Homegrown tomatoes
Homegrown tomatoes
Homegrown tomatoes
Homegrown tomatoes
What's that song about? I don't know. Homegrown tomatoes!
Humming me a tune all afternoon, best song I've never heard
Texas sky and big blue eyes staring over aviators
Got a big boom box, Bulleit on the rocks, homegrown tomatoes
Come on Guy, get us all high, sing us a country song
We're all fucked up, fallin' in love, we're all just singin' along
Tequila shots, Bud Light top, yup, she's a little instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine like homegrown tomatoes
Brisket on cooking low and long smoking up the neighborhood
If we do it right we can go all night like Emmy and Dollywood
If you ain't in it for fun tonight, it's see ya later alligator
We're US prime, weed and wine, homegrown tomatoes
Come on, Guy, get us all high, sing us a country song
We're all fucked up, fallin' in love, we're all just singin' along
Tequila shots, Bud Light top, yeah, she's a little instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine like homegrown tomatoes
Come on Guy, get us all high, sing us a country song
We're all fucked up, fallin' in love, everybody's singing along
Tequila shots, Bud Light top, she's a little instigator
It's party time, we're ripe on the vine. What? Homegrown tomatoes
Homegrown tomatoes
Homegrown tomatoes
Homegrown tomatoes
What's that song about? I don't know. Homegrown tomatoes!
Writer(s): Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert, 2
