Where I Come From

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 that rusty ol’truck
I don’t know about that accent son
Just where do you come from
I said where I come from
It’s cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin’to make a livin'
And workin’hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
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
'Cause where I come from
It’s cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin’to make a livin'
Workin’hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
I was chasin’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 sittin'
Where I come from tryin’to make a livin'
Workin’hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
The CB rang for a bobtail rig
That’s rollin’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 back porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin’to make a livin'
Workin’hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
A lotta front porch sitting
Starin’up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin’to make a livin'
Tryin’to make a livin'
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from
Get back down there sometime
Where I come from