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Where I Come From Karaoke

Alan Jackson

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 101

somewhere around Ventura

And I lost the 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 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 headin' home

on 65

somewhere around Kentucky

When the CB rang

from the bob tail rig

It's rollin' on like thunder

Well I answered him

And he asked me

Aren't you from out in Tulsa

Naw but you mighta

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'

Starin' up at heaven

Where I come from

Where I come from

Tryin' to make a livin'

Komponist:in
JACKSON, ALAN EUGENE, Kent Robbins
Songtexte
Kent Robbins
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WARNER/CHAPPELL NORTH AMERICA LIMITED