Alan Jackson paints a vivid picture of Southern life, contrasting it with the diverse places he visits. The song highlights a strong connection to his roots, characterized by simple pleasures like "cornbread and chicken" and "front porch pickin'." 🚜 These elements symbolize a lifestyle of hard work and deep community ties, aiming toward a more spiritual goal—getting to Heaven. ✨ Jackson's journey across different American landscapes underscores the pride he holds in his origins, subtly inviting listeners to reflect on their own backgrounds. The recurring mention of familiar Southern comforts against unfamiliar scenarios emphasizes a sense of belonging and identity. Through its catchy refrain and relatable narratives, the song celebrates small-town values and the quest for a meaningful life. #SouthernRoots #PrideInHeritage
Where I Come From
Lyrics
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 this 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 lot of front porch sitin'
Where I come from, tryna 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 lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come from
I was chasin' sun on 101
Somewhere around Ventura
And 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 lot of front porch sitin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven
Where I come from
Well, I was headin' home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang the bobtail rig
It's rollin' on like thunder
Well, I answered him and he asked me
"Aren't you from out in Tulsa "
"No, but you might've seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa"
Where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lot of front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna 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 lot of back porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryna make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from
A lot of front porch sitiin'
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryna make a livin'
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Writer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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