Lyrics

Feels like Sunday morning coming down on me now
They’re closing the gates of heaven am I in or am I out
Fought with the bottle last night you can see that she won
Wagon drives off with out me, but I’m left here to have some fun

Making that shine up in Carolina and up in the Tennessee hills
Down a dirt road in the Smokey Mountains you’re bound to find a few stills
It ain’t that we can’t afford to go to the store for our thrills
It just means we can appreciate the hard work it takes…

When it’s homemade, come on and get it
Homemade
Homemade, come on and get it

Late night whiskey ramblin’ has got me living with a smile
Tearing up the country back roads I’ll be an outlaw for a while
You think you can save me, easier said than done
There’s a million of us out here and we all like to have some fun

Making that shine up in Carolina and up in the Tennessee hills
Down a dirt road in the Smokey Mountains you’re bound to find a few stills
We work hard and appreciate the stronger taste…

When it’s Homemade, come on and get it
Homemade, yeah
Homemade, come on and get it

Boys I’m feeling a little thirsty. You know what I want?

We work hard and when we’re cutting loose we want the stronger juice
Can’t go to the store if you want some more

Cause it’s Homemade, come on and get it
Homemade, yeah
Homemade