Where I Come From

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I was rolling wheels and shifting 
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gears 'round that Jersey turnpike,
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when Barney stopped me with his gun
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 ten minutes after midnight.
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Said, Sir, you broke the limit in 
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that rusty ol’ truck.
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I don’t know about that accent son,
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 just where did you come from?
I said…

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread 
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and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front 
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porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a
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 living,
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and working hard to get to heaven,
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 where I come from.

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    I was south of Detroit City, 
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pulled in this country kitchen,
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    to try their brand of barbecue,
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 sign says “finger licking”.
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    Well, I paid the tab and the 
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lady asked me, how’d I like my 
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biscuit?
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    I’ll be honest with you, M’am, 
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it ain’t like Moma fixed it.
'Cause

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread 
     B7
and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front 
      B7
porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a
B7
 living,
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and working hard to get to heaven,
               E
 where I come from.

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3. I was chasing sun on 101, 
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somewhere 'round Ventura,
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    I had lost a universal joint, 
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and I had to use my finger.
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    This tall lady stopped and 
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asked if I had plans for dinner,
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  I said, No, thanks, Ma’m, back 
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home we like the girls that sing 
soprano.
'Cause

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Where I come from, it’s cornbread 
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and chicken,
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where I come from, a lot of front 
      B7
porch sitting.
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Where I come from, trying to make a
B7
 living,
     D                      A     
and working hard to get to heaven,
               E
 where I come from.

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I was heading home on 65, 
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somewhere around Kentucky,
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the CB rang from a bobtail rig, 
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that’s a rolling on like thunder.
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Well, I answered him and he asked 
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me, Aren’t you from out in Tulsa ?
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No, but you might’a seen me there,
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 I just dropped a load of salsa

     E                   A        
Where I come from, it’s cornbread 
     B7
and chicken,
     E                A           
where I come from, a lot of front 
      B7
porch sitting.
     E               A             
Where I come from, trying to make a
B7
 living,
     D                      A     
and working hard to get to heaven,
               E
 where I come from.

     E                   A        
Where I come from, it’s cornbread 
     B7
and chicken,
     E                A           
where I come from, a lot of front 
      B7
porch sitting.
     E               A             
Where I come from, trying to make a
B7
 living,
     D                      A     
and working hard to get to heaven,
               E
 where I come from.
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    Where I come from,  yeah, 
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where I come from…