Lyric Where I Come From - Alan Jackson

Lyric Song Where I Come From: Well I was rollin wheels and shiftin 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 do you come from
I said where I come from
It s cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta 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 barbecue
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 mama fixed it
Cause where I come from
It s cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
Workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
I was chasin sun on 101
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 amback home
We like the girls that sing soprano
Cause where I come from
It s cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
Workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
The CB rang for a bobtail rig
That s rollin on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Aren t you from out in Tulsa
Nobut you might have seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa
Where I come from it s cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin
Where I come from tryin to make a livin
Workin hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
A lotta front porch sitting
Starin up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin to make a livin
Tryin to make a livin
Ohwhere I come from
Where I come from
Yeahwhere I come from
Get back down there sometime
Where I come from