Southern Symphony Russell Dickerson

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[Verse 1]
Where I come from
We wash up before supper
You don't talk back to your mother
Or you get your butt worn out
Where I come from
It's the same pew every Sunday
And the preacher says there's one way to Heaven
And you can ask the good Lord now

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, something about you brings me back home
Girl, your kiss is like a trip down sun swept road

[Chorus]
It's the sound of a magnolia breeze
Ice cubes in sweet tea
Fight song on a Friday
Bug zapper buzzin' in the driveway
It ain't much, but it sounds so sweet
A southern symphony
To sing along, let it play on and on
'Cause where I come from, that's a love song, mmm

[Verse 2]
Where I come from
The pot don't call the kettle
We settle down, but we don't settle
We take time to stop, just to feel the wind blow
Where I come from
We grow sweet corn and tobacco
And everybody waves back at you when you pass 'em
Girl, you take me back to that road