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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 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 lotta front porch sitin'
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 you 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'
And 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 sitin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And 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'a 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 front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from

Where I come from yeah it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from
Where I come from

Yeah, where I come from a lotta front porch sitin'
Starin' up at Heaven where I come from
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'

Oh, where I come from
Where I come from