Where I Come From

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I was rolling wheels and shifting gears 'round that Jersey turnpike,
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when Barney stopped me with his gun ten minutes after midnight.
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Said, Sir, you broke the limit in that rusty ol’ truck.
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I don’t know about that accent son, just where did you come from?
I said…

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a living,
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and working hard to get to heaven, where I come from.

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    I was south of Detroit City, pulled in this country kitchen,
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    to try their brand of barbecue, sign says “finger licking”.
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    Well, I paid the tab and the lady asked me, how’d I like my biscuit?
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    I’ll be honest with you, M’am, it ain’t like Moma fixed it.
'Cause

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a living,
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and working hard to get to heaven, where I come from.

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3. I was chasing sun on 101, somewhere 'round Ventura,
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    I had lost a universal joint, and I had to use my finger.
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    This tall lady stopped and asked if I had plans for dinner,
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  I said, No, thanks, Ma’m, back home we like the girls that sing soprano.
'Cause

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a living,
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and working hard to get to heaven, where I come from.

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I was heading home on 65, somewhere around Kentucky,
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the CB rang from a bobtail rig, that’s a rolling on like thunder.
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Well, I answered him and he asked me, Aren’t you from out in Tulsa ?
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No, but you might’a seen me there, I just dropped a load of salsa

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a living,
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and working hard to get to heaven, where I come from.

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a living,
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and working hard to get to heaven, where I come from.
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    Where I come from,  yeah, where I come from…