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
