Where I Come From (Remix)
Where I come from
Son, we work hard
Fly flags real high
In our front yard
Say sir or ma'am and we pray before meals
And we never let the government pay our bills
Hard-working hustle
American muscle
If you wanna bail out
Then get the hell out
'Cause we ain't scared and we don't ever run
And damn right I'm proud of where I come from
Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up
And I won't cuss your city lights
If you ain't ever took a ride around
And cruised right through the heart of my town
Anything you say would be a lie
We may live our lives a little slower
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya'
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, nobody's gonna call the cops
Where I come from
See that door right there, man I swear
It ain't never been locked
And I Guarantee that it never will
That old man right there in the rocking chair
At the courthouse square I'll tell you now
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his million without one day of schoolin'
Where I come from
There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down
Where I come from
The pine trees are singing a song of the south
Where I come from
That little white church is gonna have a crowd
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from.
Naaww, don't need no meth
Got a cup full o' Jack
Got the seat laid back
That boys on the track
Got me comin' round the corner
Big thirty-eight squall in
Party people with me, got the river bass callin'
Gun rack in the back
Like shootin' my guns
Gonna burn my trash
In the back with a drum
Front porch swinging when it's rainin'
Love to work in the sun
Work boots, my roots, that's where I'm from
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock
Where I come from
Where I come from
Son, we work hard
Fly flags real high
In our front yard
Say sir or ma'am and we pray before meals
And we never let the government pay our bills
Hard-working hustle
American muscle
If you wanna bail out
Then get the hell out
'Cause we ain't scared and we don't ever run
And damn right I'm proud of where I come from
Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up
And I won't cuss your city lights
If you ain't ever took a ride around
And cruised right through the heart of my town
Anything you say would be a lie
We may live our lives a little slower
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya'
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, nobody's gonna call the cops
Where I come from
See that door right there, man I swear
It ain't never been locked
And I Guarantee that it never will
That old man right there in the rocking chair
At the courthouse square I'll tell you now
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his million without one day of schoolin'
Where I come from
There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down
Where I come from
The pine trees are singing a song of the south
Where I come from
That little white church is gonna have a crowd
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from.
Naaww, don't need no meth
Got a cup full o' Jack
Got the seat laid back
That boys on the track
Got me comin' round the corner
Big thirty-eight squall in
Party people with me, got the river bass callin'
Gun rack in the back
Like shootin' my guns
Gonna burn my trash
In the back with a drum
Front porch swinging when it's rainin'
Love to work in the sun
Work boots, my roots, that's where I'm from
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock
Where I come from
Where I come from
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson
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