Where I come from

(Alan Jackson)


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Lyric:

I was rolling wheels and shifting gears
'round that Jersey turnpike
When Barney stopped me with his gun
ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit
in that rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son,
just where did you come from?
I said where I come from,
it's cornbread and chicken,
Where I come from,
a lot of front porch sitting,
Where I come from,
trying to make a living,
And working hard to get to heaven,
where I come from
I was south of Detroit city
pulled into this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbque
sign say yes finger licking
Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
how'd I like my biscuit?
I'll be honest with you ma'am
It ain't like mama's fixed it
I said where I come from,
it's cornbread and chicken,
Where I come from,
a lot of front porch sitting,
Where I come from,
trying to make a living,
And working hard to get to heaven,
where I come from
I was chasing sun on one - o - one
some - where 'round Ventura,
I had lost a universal joint
and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
if I had plans for dinner
I said no thanks ma'am back home
we like girls that sing soprano
I said where I come from,
it's cornbread and chicken,
Where I come from,
a lot of front porch sitting,
Where I come from,
trying to make a living,
And working hard to get to heaven,
where I come from
I was heading home on sixty - five
somewhere around Kentucky
The C. B. rang from a bobtail rig
that's rollin' on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
aren't you out in Tulsa?
No, but you might'a seen me there,
I just dropped a load of salsa
I said where I come from,
it's cornbread and chicken,
Where I come from,
a lot of front porch sitting,
Where I come from,
trying to make a living,
And working hard to get to heaven,
where I come from
where I come from,
it's cornbread and chicken,
Where I come from,
a lot of front porch sitting,
Where I come from,
trying to make a living,
And working hard to get to heaven,
where I come from