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Where I Come From Lyrics By Alan Jackson

    well i was rolling wheels and shifting gears
    around that jersey turnpike
    barney stopped me with his gun
    ten minutes after midnight
    said sir you broke the limit
    in thit 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 sitting
    where i come from
    trying to make a living
    and working 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 barbecue
    the sign said fingerlickin’
    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 fixed it

    cause 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 0
    somewhere around ventura
    i lost a universal joint
    and i had to use my finger
    this tall lady stopped and asked
    if i had plans for dinner
    said no thanks ma’am
    back home we like the 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

    4
    well i was headed home on 65
    somewhere around kentucky
    the cb rang for the bobtail rig
    that’s rolling on like thunder
    well i answered him and he asked me
    aren’t you from out in tulsa
    no but you might have 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 back porch picking
    where i come from trying to make a living
    working hard to get to heaven
    where i come from
    yeah where i come from
    a lot of front porch sitting
    staring up at heaven
    where i come from
    where i come from
    trying to make a living
    trying to make a living
    oh where i come from
    where i come from
    yeah where i come from
    get back down there sometimes
    where i come from

    Artist: Alan Jackson

    Year: 2001

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 219