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Where I come from Son, we work hard Fly flags real high In our front yard Say sir or ma'am and we pray before meals And we never let the government pay our bills Hard-working hustle American muscle If you wanna bail out Then get the hell out 'Cause we ain't scared and we don't ever run And damn right I'm proud of where I come from Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up And I won't cuss your city lights If you ain't ever took a ride around And cruised right through the heart of my town Anything you say would be a lie We may live our lives a little slower But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya' Where I come from There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt Where I come from There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt Where I come from When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot No, nobody's gonna call the cops Where I come from See that door right there, man I swear It ain't never been locked And I Guarantee that it never will That old man right there in the rocking chair At the courthouse square I'll tell you now He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills Don't let those faded overalls fool ya He made his million without one day of schoolin' Where I come from There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down Where I come from The pine trees are singing a song of the south Where I come from That little white church is gonna have a crowd Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from. Naaww, don't need no meth Got a cup full o' Jack Got the seat laid back That boys on the track Got me comin' round the corner Big thirty-eight squall in Party people with me, got the river bass callin' Gun rack in the back Like shootin' my guns Gonna burn my trash In the back with a drum Front porch swinging when it's rainin' Love to work in the sun Work boots, my roots, that's where I'm from Where I come from There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt Where I come from There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt Where I come from When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock Where I come from Where I come from
Writer(s): Rodney Clawson, Dallas Davidson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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