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Lyrics by: Alan Jackson
# Debut Chart
1 Jun '01 Country
34 Aug '01 Hot 100

Lyrics

Well, I was rolling wheels And shifting gears Round that Jersey Turnpike When 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 lotta front porch sitting Where I come from Trying to make a living And working hard to get to Heaven Where I come from


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Well, I's south of Detroit City Pulled in this country kitchen To try their brand of barbecue The sign said finger-licking 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 picking 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 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'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 lotta 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 headed home on 65 Somewhere around Kentucky And 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 Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from A lotta front porch picking Where I come from Trying to make a living And working hard to get to Heaven Where I come from Where I come from Yeah, it's cornbread and chicken Where I come from A lotta back porch picking Where I come from Trying to make a living And working hard to get to Heaven Where I come from Where I come from Yeah, where I come from A lotta front porch sitting And staring up at Heaven Where I come from Where I come from Trying to make a living Oh, where I come from

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