Homemade Star © 2004 Leo Dean Looks like Buffett’s gone back to Nashville, Instead of headin’ out to L.A. But I been listenin’ to the radio and watchin’ T V, And hearin’ what they have to say. They sing about the sunsets in the Islands and the warm tropical breeze. About toes in the sand, gettin all over tans, And hangin’ out in the Florida keys. They sing about a lifestyle that I can’t afford, But that don’t really bother me. Cause I just turn on my recorder, And I pick up my guitar, And hot damn!… I’m a homemade star. chorus I feel like I’m headed to Nashville, Cause I sing about palm trees and leis It used to be the only way to make it, Was to sing a heartbreakin’ cliché. But times have changed and country music ain’t the same, And I’m gonna get a piece of that pie. I’m gonna buy me a palm tree shaped guitar And I’ll be a brand new homemade Nashville, country hillbilly, tropical star. But it ain’t just about the music, And singin “Oh lord, I been hurt” It’s more about the palms and the tropical scenes And that beautiful hay-wa- ian shirt. You’ll never catch singin one of them sad country songs all about tears in my beer. Hey buts that’s OK, when others sing that way Cause they just ain’t caught on yet. An when I think it’s time for a career change When I think it’s time for me to go far, I just turn on my recorder and I pick up my guitar, And hot damn!… I’m a homemade star. chorus I feel like I’m headed to Nashville, Cause I sing about palm trees and leis It used to be the only way to make it, Was to sing a heartbreakin’ cliché. But times have changed and country music ain’t the same, And I’m gonna get a piece of that pie. I’m gonna buy me a palm tree shaped guitar And I’ll be a brand new homemade Nashville country, hillbilly tropical star.