Lyrics Charlie Farley – Where I’m From
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(Where, where)
Where I’m from
Me and my boys, we have a good time
Everybody’s tryin’ to make a livin’
Hard scars tell stories ’bout the past
And bad decisions, yeah, prob’ly ’cause we didn’t listen
Where I’m from
Mama knows best tryin’ to walk a dirt road to Lord’s place
Where I’m from
Where I’m from
Where I’m from
Hop in, let me take you a ride in the dirt that raised me
Ain’t no place amazin’ as mine
You see that water tower?
Well, I spent a lot of hours under it
Stealin’ kisses from that girl at night, hold on
We’re about at Mize Crossin’
But we drank and fought and raised hell till the cops shut us down
We’d crank that radio in the boat
Throw each other in the river
Man, it’s a miracle that none of us drowned
The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside
Of DeQueen Lake on 80 thousand deer in the rut
And I think of my first kiss everytime I pass some honeysuckle
Ain’t nothin’ like the smells of
Where I’m from
Me and my boys, we have a good time
Everybody’s tryin’ to make a livin’
Where I’m from
And bad decisions, yeah, prob’ly ’cause we didn’t listen
Where I’m from
Mama knows best tryin’ to walk a dirt road to Lord’s place
Where I’m from
Where I’m from
Where I’m from
We’re all just blue collar folks
Workin’ harder for the dollar than most
Goin’ for broke, just hopin’ to get ahead
Got a couple kids that need to be fed
Tryin’ to keep a roof over our heads
But, we don’t get depressed
‘Cause we know we’re blessed to live out here
We’ll be shootin’ deer
The shine’s clear and the beer’s light
If you wanna see this place come to life
Come downtown on a Friday night
Them lights on that football field transform boys into men
A state ring means a legacy no one will soon forget
Those railroad tracks run past my granny’s house
And every Sunday evenin’ while we’re eatin’ it’ll come around
Blowin’ that horn
Ain’t nothin’ like them sounds of
Where I’m from
Me and my boys, we have a good time
Everybody’s tryin’ to make a livin’
Where I’m from
Hard scars tell stories ’bout the past
And bad decisions, yeah, prob’ly ’cause we didn’t listen
Where I’m from
Mama knows best, tryin’ to walk a dirt road to Lord’s place
Where I’m from
Where I’m from
Where I’m from
(Where, where I’m from)