Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle
Music by Marty Hill © 2009
There's a party in the sticks you don't wanna miss!
Boys, it don't get no better than this!
Beer by the case, shine by the still
Don't be shy son, drink your fill.
Homegrown goodness from Uncle Jake
Pass it around till we all get baked!
Homegrown Hoedown!
We're gonna party till the cows come home.
Homegrown Hoedown!
When it comes to fun, we grow our own.
Gonna make a liquor run to the county line.
No need to hurry, cause we got time.
The band won't play a note till ten
Everybody gonna be Zeked by then!
Jenny's gonna bring Mary Lou.
Aint no tellin' what them girls will do...
Homegrown Hoedown!
We're gonna party till the cows come home.
Homegrown Hoedown!
When it comes to fun we grow our own.
Jenny's gonna bring Mary Lou.
Aint no tellin' what them girls will do.
When they start dancin' up a storm
What happens on the farm, stays on the farm!
Music by Marty Hill © 2009
There's a party in the sticks you don't wanna miss!
Boys, it don't get no better than this!
Beer by the case, shine by the still
Don't be shy son, drink your fill.
Homegrown goodness from Uncle Jake
Pass it around till we all get baked!
Homegrown Hoedown!
We're gonna party till the cows come home.
Homegrown Hoedown!
When it comes to fun, we grow our own.
Gonna make a liquor run to the county line.
No need to hurry, cause we got time.
The band won't play a note till ten
Everybody gonna be Zeked by then!
Jenny's gonna bring Mary Lou.
Aint no tellin' what them girls will do...
Homegrown Hoedown!
We're gonna party till the cows come home.
Homegrown Hoedown!
When it comes to fun we grow our own.
Jenny's gonna bring Mary Lou.
Aint no tellin' what them girls will do.
When they start dancin' up a storm
What happens on the farm, stays on the farm!