where i come from
alan jackson
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 that rusty ol' truck
i don't know about that accent son
just where did you 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
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 aked me
how'd you like my biscuit
i'll be honest with you ma'am
it ain't like mama fixed it
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
i lost a universal joint and i had to use my finger
this tall lady stopped and asked
if i had plans for dinner
we like the girls that sing soprano
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
well i was headed home on 65
somewhere around kentucky
the cb rang for the bobtail rig
that's rollin' on like thunder
well i answered him and he asked me
aren't you from out in tulsa
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 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
a lotta front porch sittin'
get back down there sometimes