Darius Rucker - Homegrown honey

^CSitting at a bar in New York City ^AmEverybody here looking New York pretty But ^Gyou’re the kinda girl that’s got that something ^FDancing to the groove like it just ain’t nothing

^CThey ain’t never seen nothing quite like you ^AmLong stem legs in your cowboy boots ^GThrowing back whiskey straight, no water ^FGirl there ain’t nothing hotter

^COoh, I dig the way that yo^Amu move You shake it down to your r^Goots Did your momma teach you how to ^Fdo that thing you do ^CYeah, nothing sweeter than wi^Amld I’ll take a sip of that^G smile I’ll bet the boys at home can?^F??t leave you alone You little homegrown h^Coney, honey, honey You’re s^Amo money, money, money You got a ^Gcountry road Carolina soul ^FBaby you’re just so homegrown

^CTrying to think of something cool to say ^AmTurned around and saw you walking my way ^GPulled me on the floor saying “Son it’s on” And^F we were dancing all night long

^COoh baby, baby, baby You’re driving ^Amme crazy, crazy, crazy I’m ^Ga long way away from where I’m from But ^Fbaby you feel like home

You’re s^Amo money, money, money You got a co^Guntry road Carolina soul ^FBaby you’re just so homegrown