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Alan Jackson - Where I Come From (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Lead Vocals
Eddie Bayers
Eddie Bayers
Drums
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Gary Prim
Gary Prim
Piano
John Wesley Ryles
John Wesley Ryles
Background Vocals
Terry McMillan
Terry McMillan
Harmonica
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass
Rhonda Vincent
Rhonda Vincent
Background Vocals
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Bruce Watkins
Bruce Watkins
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer
Williams Hank
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 this rusty old truck
I don't know about that accent, son
Just where did you come from?"
[Chorus]
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 living
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from"
[Verse 2]
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"
[Chorus]
'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 living
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
[Verse 3]
I was chasin' sun on 1-0-1
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"
[Chorus]
'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 living
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
[Verse 4]
Well, I was headin' home on sixty five
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang for the 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'a seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa"
[Chorus]
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 living
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come
[Chorus]
Where I come from
Yeah, it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from, a lotta back porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a living
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
[Outro]
Yeah, where I come from
A lotta front porch sittin'
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin' to make a livin'
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Written by: Alan Jackson
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