Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dolly Parton
Vocals
Charlie Worsham
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Henri Cash
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Tim Lauer
Piano
Victor Indrizzo
Drums
Kristin Wilkinson
Viola
Jun Iwasaki
Violin
Alicia Enstrom
Violin
David Angell
Violin
Jung-Min Shin
Violin
Chris Farrell
Viola
Kevin Bate
Cello
Andrew Dunn
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Petty
Songwriter
Tim Lauer
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dolly Parton
Producer
Julian Raymond
Producer
Lowell Reynolds
Recording Engineer
Austin Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Brian Judd
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Chagnon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lars Fox
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Stephen Lamb
Engraving
Lyrics
There's a Southern accent
Where I come from
The young ones call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
Got my own way of talkin'
But everything is dumb
With a Southern accent
Where I come from, hmm
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando
If them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
But everything is run
With a Southern accent
Where I come from
For just a minute
There I was dreamin'
For just a minute
It was all so real
For just a minute
She was standin' there with me, hm-mm
In that dream that I keep havin'
My mama comes to me
And she kneels down over by the window
And she says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin'
And every prayer's begun
With a Southern accent
Where I come from, hm-mm
Yes, I'm proud of who I am
A Southern girl from a Southern town
I ain't ashamed, I ain't ashamed, I ain't ashamed
No, I ain't, no, I ain't, no, I ain't
I got my own way of livin'
But everything gets done
With a Southern, Southern accent
Where I come from, hm-mm, hm-mm
Where I come from
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