Where I Come From Alan Jackson
"Where I Come From" by Alan Jackson, released in 2003, is a #Country song celebrating small-town values and pride. The lyrics reflect themes of community, simplicity, and resilience, highlighting the importance of roots and heritage. Musically, it features traditional country instrumentation, resonating with listeners' nostalgia for rural life. The song has had a lasting impact, reinforcing the charm of Southern culture.
[Verse 1]
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 this rusty old truck
I don't know about that accent, son, just where did you come from?"
[Chorus]
I said, "Where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken"
Where I come from, a lot of front porch sittin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven, where I come from
[Verse 2]
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"
[Chorus]
'Cause where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven, where I come from
[Verse 3]
I was chasin' sun on 101, somewhere around Ventura
And 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 who'd sing soprano"
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 this rusty old truck
I don't know about that accent, son, just where did you come from?"
[Chorus]
I said, "Where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken"
Where I come from, a lot of front porch sittin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven, where I come from
[Verse 2]
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"
[Chorus]
'Cause where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven, where I come from
[Verse 3]
I was chasin' sun on 101, somewhere around Ventura
And 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 who'd sing soprano"
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