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Well, I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike
Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said, "Sir, you broke the limit in this rusty ol' 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 lot of front porch sitin'
Where I come from, tryna 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 lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come from

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 that sing soprano"

'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of front porch sitin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come from

Well, I was headin' home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang the bobtail rig
It's rollin' on like thunder
Well, I answered him and he asked me
"Aren't you from out in Tulsa "
"No, but you might've seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa"

Where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come

Where I come from, yeah, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of back porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven

Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from
A lot of front porch sitiin'
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryna make a livin'

Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
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Well, I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike
Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said, "Sir, you broke the limit in this rusty ol' 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 lot of front porch sitin'
Where I come from, tryna 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 lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come from

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 that sing soprano"

'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of front porch sitin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come from

Well, I was headin' home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang the bobtail rig
It's rollin' on like thunder
Well, I answered him and he asked me
"Aren't you from out in Tulsa "
"No, but you might've seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa"

Where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come

Where I come from, yeah, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of back porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven

Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from
A lot of front porch sitiin'
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryna make a livin'

Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
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Writer: Alan Eugene Jackson
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