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