Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that Jersey Turnpike When 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 do 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 I 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' 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' Workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from
Well I was headed home on 65 Somewhere around Kentucky The CB rang for a 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 have 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 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 sitting Starin' up at heaven Where I come from Where I come from Tryin' to make a livin' Tryin' to make a livin' Oh, where I come from Where I come from Yeah, where I come from Get back down there sometime Where I come from
