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 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 plow boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from, there's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from, where a couple of 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 it ain't never been locked
And I guarantee that it never will
That old man right there in the rocking chair at the courthouse square
I'll tell you now
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his bill 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 singing a song of the south
Where I come from, that little white church is gonna have a crowd
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from
Where I come from, there's a big ole' moon shining 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 plow boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from, there's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from, where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
Yeah, that river runs across that ol' Flint rock
Where I come from,
where I come from