Текст песни Alan Jackson - Where I Come From
Alan Jackson - Where I Come From слова песни
Well I was rollin` wheels and shiftin` gears`Round that Jersey TurnpikeWhen Barney stopped me with his gunTen minutes after midnightSaid sir you broke the limit in that rusty ol` truckI don`t know about that accent sonJust where do you come fromI said where I come fromIt`s cornbread and chickenWhere I come from a lotta front porch sittin`Where I come from tryin` to make a livin`And workin` hard to get to heavenWhere I come fromWell I was south of Detroit CityI pulled in this country kitchenTo try their brand of barbecueThe sign said finger-lickin`Well I paid the tab and the lady asked meHow`d I like my biscuitI`ll be honest with you ma`amIt ain`t like mama fixed it`Cause where I come fromIt`s cornbread and chickenWhere I come from a lotta front porch pickin`Where I come from tryin` to make a livin`Workin` hard to get to heavenWhere I come fromI was chasin` sun on 101Somewhere around VenturaI lost a universal joint and I had to use my fingerThis tall lady stopped and asked If I had plans for dinnerSaid no thanks ma`am, back homeWe like the girls that sing soprano`Cause where I come from It`s cornbread and chickenWhere I come from a lotta front porch sittin`Where I come from tryin` to make a livin`Workin` hard to get to heavenWhere I come fromWell I was headed home on 65Somewhere around KentuckyThe CB rang for a bobtail rigThat`s rollin` on like thunderWell I answered him and he asked meAren`t you from out in TulsaNo, but you might have seen me thereI just dropped a load of salsaWhere I come from it`s cornbread and chickenWhere I come from a lotta back porch pickin`Where I come from tryin` to make a livin`Workin` hard to get to heavenWhere I come fromWhere I come fromYeah where I come fromA lotta front porch sittingStarin` up at heavenWhere I come fromWhere I come fromTryin` to make a livin`Tryin` to make a livin`Oh, where I come fromWhere I come fromYeah, where I come fromGet back down there sometimeWhere I come from