Chords
Where I Come From

Key: A

Introduction: F    C    G    

difficulty
very easy |||||
Am                                         F                                                            C                                                 G  
Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up
             Am                    F                                                      C  G  
And I won't cuss your city lights
          Am                                                    F                                              C                                                                                            G  
If you ain't ever took a ride around and cruised right through the heart of my town
  Am                                    F                                                      C  G  
Anything you say would be a lie
     F                                                                                                                      G  
We may live our lives a little slower
                F                                                                                                                    G  
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya
        Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's an old plow boy out turning up dirt
  Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
  Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
             Dm                                         C                              F  
No, nobody's gonna call the cops, where I come from
          Am  F  C  G  
Am                         F                                 C                                 G  
See that door right there, man, I swear it ain't never been locked
Am                         F                                 C                                 G  
And I guarantee that it never will
  Am                         F                                 C                                                 G  
That old man right there in the rocking chair at the courthouse square
I'll tell you now
     Am                         F                                 C                                 G  
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
                     F                                                                         G  
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
          F                                                                                            G  
He made his bill without one day of schoolin'
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's a pickup truck with the tailgate down
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, the pine trees are singing a song of the south
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, that little white church is gonna have a crowd
             Dm                                      C                      F  
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from
          Am  F  Am  G  
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's a big ole' moon shining down at night
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's a man done wrong gonna make it right
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's an old plow boy out turning up dirt
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, there's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
     Am                 F                                                 C                                            G  
Where I come from, where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
        Dm                                         C                              F  
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
        Dm                                         C                              F  
Yeah, that    river runs across that ol' Flint rock
        Am                    F                 C  G  
Where I come from,
        Am                    F                 C  G  
  where I come from
          Am  F  C  G