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Where I Come From Karaoke

Alan Jackson
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SongtexteWhere I Come From

Well, I was rollin' wheels

and shiftin' gears

'round that Jersey turnpike

Barney stopped me with his gun

ten minutes after midnight

Said ''Sir, you broke the limit

in this rusty old 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 sittin'

Where I come from

tryin' to make a livin'

And workin' hard

to get to Heaven

where I come from

Well, I was south

of Detroit City,

I pulled in this country kitchen

To try their brand of barbeque

the sign said finger lickin'

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

Momma fixed it 'cause

Where I come from

it's cornbread and chicken

Where I come from

a lot of front porch pickin'

Where I come from

tryin' to make a livin'

And workin' hard

to get to Heaven

where I come from

I was chasin' sun on 1 01

somewhere around Ventura

And I lost the universal joint

and 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 the girls

that sing soprano'', 'cause

Where I come from

it's cornbread and chicken

Where I come from

a lot of front porch sittin'

Where I come from

tryin' to make a livin'

And workin' hard

to get to Heaven

where I come from

Well, I was headed home on 65

somewhere around Kentucky

When the CB rang

from the bob tail rig

a' rollin' on like thunder

Well, I answered him

and he asked me

Aren't you from out in Tulsa?

Naw, but you might'a

seen me there

I just dropped a load of salsa

Where I come from

it's cornbread and chicken

Where I come from

a lot of front porch pickin'

Where I come from

tryin' to make a livin'

And workin' hard

to get to Heaven

where I come

Where I come from

yeah, it's cornbread and chicken

Where I come from

a lot of back porch pickin'

Where I come from

tryin' to make a livin'

And workin' hard

to get to Heaven

where I come from

Where I come from

yeah, where I come from

A lot of front porch sittin'

And starin' up at Heaven

where I come from

Where I come from

Tryin' to make a livin'

Oh, where I come from

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JACKSON, ALAN EUGENE, Kent Robbins
Songtexte
Kent Robbins
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