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  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