[00:00.00] 作词 : Alan Jackson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Alan Jackson
[00:20.24]Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
[00:22.32]'Round that Jersey Turnpike
[00:24.38]When Barney stopped me with his gun
[00:26.20]Ten minutes after midnight
[00:27.93]Said sir you broke the limit in this rusty ol' truck
[00:31.73]I don't know about that accent son
[00:33.74]Just where did you come from
[00:35.21]
[00:35.55]I said where I come from
[00:37.62]It's cornbread and chicken
[00:39.31]Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
[00:43.32]Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
[00:47.28]And workin' hard to get to heaven
[00:50.11]Where I come from
[00:51.92]
[00:55.15]Well I was south of Detroit City
[00:57.16]I pulled in this country kitchen
[00:59.18]To try their brand of barbecue
[01:00.69]The sign said finger-lickin'
[01:02.52]Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
[01:04.92]How'd I like my biscuit
[01:06.44]I'll be honest with you ma'am
[01:08.46]It ain't like mama fixed it
[01:09.98]
[01:10.30]'Cause where I come from
[01:12.21]It's cornbread and chicken
[01:13.92]Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
[01:17.87]Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
[01:21.48]And workin' hard to get to heaven
[01:24.72]Where I come from
[01:27.58]
[01:44.91]I was chasin' sun on 101
[01:46.87]Somewhere around Ventura
[01:48.70]I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
[01:52.60]This tall lady stopped and asked
[01:54.97]If I had plans for dinner
[01:56.42]Said no thanks ma'am, back home
[01:58.17]We like the girls that sing soprano
[01:59.90]
[02:00.26]'Cause where I come from
[02:02.24]It's cornbread and chicken
[02:03.83]Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
[02:07.92]Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
[02:11.54]And workin' hard to get to heaven
[02:14.84]Where I come from
[02:16.75]
[02:34.98]Well I was headed home on 65
[02:36.86]Somewhere around Kentucky
[02:38.87]The CB rang for a bobtail rig
[02:40.73]That's rollin' on like thunder
[02:42.58]Well I answered him and he asked me
[02:44.76]Aren't you from out in Tulsa
[02:46.43]No, but you might have seen me there
[02:49.06]I just dropped a load of salsa
[02:50.20]
[02:50.51]Where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
[02:53.85]Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
[02:57.42]Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
[03:01.68]And workin' hard to get to heaven
[03:04.72]Where I come
[03:05.73]Where I come from yeah it's cornbread and chicken
[03:09.48]Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
[03:13.14]Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
[03:16.79]And workin' hard to get to heaven
[03:20.07]Where I come from
[03:24.06]Where I come from
[03:27.41]Yeah where I come from
[03:30.49]A lotta front porch sitting
[03:33.77]Starin' up at heaven
[03:35.60]Where I come from
[03:39.41]Where I come from
[03:42.29]Tryin' to make a livin'
[03:50.12]

作词 : Alan Jackson
作曲 : Alan Jackson
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 this rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son
Just where did 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'
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
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'
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 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 front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come
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'
And 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'