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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Troy Gentry
Troy Gentry
Vocals
Eddie Montgomery
Eddie Montgomery
Vocals
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Davidson
Dallas Davidson
Composer
Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Knox
Michael Knox
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't you dare go runnin' 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
[Verse 2]
We may live our lives a little slower
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya
[Verse 3]
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, nobody's gonna call the cops
Where I come from
[Verse 4]
See that door right there, man, I swear
That it ain't never been locked
And I 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
[Verse 5]
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his bands without one day of schoolin'
[Verse 6]
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
And yeah, I'm pretty damn proud
Of where I come from
[Verse 7]
Where I come from
There's a big ole' moon shining down at night
Where I come from
There's a man done wrong, gonna make it right
[Verse 8]
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 gonna call the cops
[Verse 9]
Yeah, that river runs
Across that old flint rock
Where I come from
Where I come from
Written by: Rodney Dale Clawson, Dallas Davidson
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