Montgomery Gentry - Where I Come From Lyrics
Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew upAnd I won't cuss your city lightsIf you ain't ever took a ride aroundAnd cruised right through the heart of my townAnything you say would be a lieWe may live our lives a little slowerBut that don't meanI wouldn't be proud to show yaWhere I come fromThere's an old ply boy out turning up dirtWhere I come fromThere's a preacher man in a cowboy shirtWhere I come fromWell, a couple of boys fight in the parking lotNo, nobody's gonna call the copsWhere I come fromSee that door right there, man I swearIt ain't never been lockedAnd I can tell you that it never willThat old man right there in the rocking chairAt the courthouse square I'll tell you nowHe could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar billsDon't let those faded overalls fool yaHe made his bands without one day of schoolin'Where I come fromThere's a pickup truck with the tailgate downWhere I come fromThe pine trees are singing a song of the southWhere I come fromThat little white church is gonna have a crowdYeah, I'm pretty damn proudOf where I come fromWhere I come fromThere's a big ole' moon shining down at nightWhere I come fromThere's a man done wrong gonna make it rightWhere I come fromThere's an old ply boy out turning up dirtWhere I come fromThere's a preacher man in a cowboy shirtWhere I come fromWhen a couple of boysFight in the parking lotNo, ain't nobody gonna call the copsYeah, that river runsAcross that Oakland rockWhere I come fromWhere I come from
