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Alan Jackson - Where I Come From (Official Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Lead Vocals
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Gary Prim
Gary Prim
Piano
John Wesley Ryles
John Wesley Ryles
Background Vocals
Terry McMillan
Terry McMillan
Harmonica
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass
Rhonda Vincent
Rhonda Vincent
Background Vocals
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Bruce Watkins
Bruce Watkins
Acoustic Guitar
Eddie Bayers
Eddie Bayers
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer

Letra

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?" I said, "Where I 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 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 sittin' 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 the 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 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' Workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from Where I come from Yeah, where I come from A lotta front porch sittin' 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
Writer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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