Tom: F
Introdução: A
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There's a southern accent - where I come from
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The young'uns call it country - the yankees call it dumb,
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I got my own way of talking - but everything gets done,
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With a southern accent - where I come from
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Now that drunk tank in Atlanta - is just a motel room to me,
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Think I might go work Orlando - if them orange groves don't freeze,
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Got my own way of working - but everything is run,
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With a southern accent - where I come from.
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For just a minute there I was dreaming
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For just a minute it was all so real
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For just a minute she was standing there - with me.
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There's a dream I keep having - where my momma comes to me,
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And kneels down over by the window - and says a prayer for me,
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Got my own way of praying - but everything one's begun,
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With a southern accent - where I come from.
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Got my own way of living - but everything is done,
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With a southern accent - where I come from.