Lyrics

'Round here you don't need no lock on the door And your friends are your friends 'til the end They are the kind you take a bullet for Main Street is the whole downtown Nothing happens 'til the sun goes down If there is a place to drink and hell to raise We don't need much more Ya, we're homemade By those friday night lights on the fifty yard line Ya, we're homemade By those friends who got your back, when there's a fight We got rules and they don't change It's in or blood, It's in our veins We're born and raised That's how it is and that's how it's gonna stay Ya, we're homemade We stay out all night and we drive too fast We turn up, and light up with the windows cracked And it's our names on that water tower We made our mark, ya the world is ours We grew up on the right side of the wrong side of the tracks That's right 'Cause we're homemade By those friday night lights on the fifty yard line Ya, we're homemade By those friends who got your back, when there's a fight We got rules and they don't change It's in or blood, It's in our veins We're born and raised That's how it is and that's how it's gonna stay Ya, we're homemade Ya, we're homemade By the good times By the long nights By the still growin' strong comin' sunrise By the holy ground By the hometown crowds By the same old roads we know up and down Ya, we're homemade By those friday night lights on the fifty yard line Ya, we're homemade By those friends who got your back, when there's a fight We got rules and they don't change It's in or blood, It's in our veins We're born and raised That's how it is and that's how it's gonna stay Ya, we're homemade yaa Ya, we're homemade Ya, we're homemade Come on Ya, we're homemade, we're homemade Aaa yaa
Writer(s): Gavin Slate, Travis Peter Wood, Doug Oliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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