Don't you dare go runnin' down
My little town where I grew up
And I won't cuss your city lights
If you ain't ever took a ride around
And cruised right through the heart of my town
Anything you'd say would be a lie
We may live our lives a little slower
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya
Where I come from,
There's an old plowboy turnin' up dirt
Where I come from,
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot
No, nobody's gonna call the cops
Where I come from
See that door right there
Man, I swear that it ain't never been locked
And I guarantee that it never will
That ol' man right there in the rockin' chair
At the courthouse square, I'll tell ya now
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his million without one day of schoolin'
Where I come from
There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down
Where I come from
The pine trees are singin' a song of the South
Where I come from
That little white church is gonna have a crownd
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud
Where I come from
Where I come from
There's a big ol' moon shinin' down at night
Where I come from
There's a man done wrong gonna make it right
Where I come from
There's an old plowboy turnin' up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
Yeah, that river runs across that ol' flat rock
Where I come from
Where I come from
Songwriters: Davidson, Dallas; Clawson, Rodney Don't you dare go runnin' down My little town where I grew up And I won't cuss your city lights If you ain't ever took a ride around And cruised right through the heart of my town Anything you'd say would be a lie We may live our lives a little slower But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya Where I come from, There's an old plowboy turnin' up dirt Where I come from, There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt Where I come from Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot No, nobody's gonna call the cops Where I come from See that door right there Man, I swear that it ain't never been locked And I guarantee that it never will That ol' man right there in the rockin' chair At the courthouse square, I'll tell ya now He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills Don't let those faded overalls fool ya He made his million without one day of schoolin' Where I come from There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down Where I come from The pine trees are singin' a song of the South Where I come from That little white church is gonna have a crownd Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud Where I come from Where I come from There's a big ol' moon shinin' down at night Where I come from There's a man done wrong gonna make it right Where I come from There's an old plowboy turnin' up dirt Where I come from There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt Where I come from Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops Yeah, that river runs across that ol' flat rock Where I come from Where I come from Explain Request ×
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