Текст Alan Jackson – Where I Come From

Well I was rollin’ wheels and shiftin’ gears
‘Round that Jersey Turnpike
Barney stopped me with his gun
ten minutes after midnight

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 aked me
How’d you 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’
And 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

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’
And workin’ hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

Well I was headed home on 65
somewhere around Kentucky
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

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’
and workin’ hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

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
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’
Tryin’ to make a livin’
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah where I come from
Get back down there sometimes
Where I come from