Don’t you dare go running 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 slow But that don’t mean I wouldn’t be proud to show ya
Chorus Where I come from There’s an old plow 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 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 can 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 millons without one day schoolin
Chorus 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 Where I come from.
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Where I come from There’s a big old moon shining down at night Where I come from There’s a man done wrong gonna make it right Where I come from There’s an old plow boy out turning up dirt Where I come from There’s a preacher man in a cowboy shirt Where I come from Where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot no Ain’t nobody’s gonna call the cops