| We were out there shooting elephants with mortars |
| And we didn't know it was against the law |
| But the world is full of unforgiving mortals |
| Who gaze at us in amusement and in awe |
| So we went down to New Orleans to join the party |
| But when we walked in the piano player stopped |
| The bartender said, "You're headed for the bottom" |
| That's OK, though, we started at the top |
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| Homegrown is fine; it's fine with me |
| I like the happy buzz and feeling free |
| No one understands a guitar playin' man |
| That says, "Homegrown is the best they'll ever be" |
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| Supplies ran out we went back to Kentucky |
| To make a tape and take a little rest |
| In the Bluegrass we consider ourselves lucky |
| 'Cause that's the place where homegrown is the best |
| The record man came and handed us a contract |
| We looked and laughed and threw it on the floor |
| He said, "You'll never make it without contacts" |
| But we didn't know what we wanted to make it for |
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| Homegrown is fine; it's fine with me |
| I like the happy buzz and feeling free |
| No one understands a guitar playin' man |
| That says, "Homegrown is the best they'll ever be" |
| Homegrown is the best they'll ever be |
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