Where I'm Coming From

I've seen lost and I've seen found From sidewalks to interstates I'm bound to this place I've grown from this ground I'm not pretty enough for pop I'm not cool enough for indie rock Too happy to sing the blues And I'm too damn shy for dancing shoes Street cred comes from a small-town road Off Cedar Street with the tall pines blowing on me Now I know, no I may not know where I'll go That I know where I'm coming from I take and I show From the faces and the places that I go Each one I use to make all the things I know Cause when I talk and when I sing It's like a cinder block and a diamond ring One small nugget and the other one shines I use 'em all the time I'm not pretty enough for pop I'm not cool enough for indie rock I'm too happy to sing the blues And I'm too damn shy for dancing shoes Street cred comes from a small-town road Off Cedar Street with the tall pines blowing on me Now I know, no I may not know where I'll go That I know where I'm coming from Before my time is done May not know what I'll become May not know that I know that I know where I'm coming from I'm not pretty enough for pop I'm not cool enough for indie rock Too happy to sing the blues And I'm too damn shy for dancing shoes Street cred comes from a small-town road Off Cedar Street with the tall pines blowing on me Now I know, no I may not know where I'll go That I know where I'm coming from