Songwriters: Clawson, Rodney; Davidson, Dallas
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Don't you dare go runnin' down
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My little town where I grew up
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And I won't cuss your city lights
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If you ain't ever took a ride around
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And cruised right through the heart of my town
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Anything you'd say would be a lie
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We may live our lives a little slower
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But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya
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Where I come from,
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There's an old plowboy turnin' up dirt
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Where I come from,
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There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
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Where I come from
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Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot
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No, nobody's gonna call the cops
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Where I come from
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See that door right there
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Man, I swear that it ain't never been locked
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And I guarantee that it never will
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That ol' man right there in the rockin' chair
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At the courthouse square, I'll tell ya now
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He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
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Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
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He made his million without one day of schoolin'
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Where I come from
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There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down
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Where I come from
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The pine trees are singin' a song of the South
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Where I come from
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That little white church is gonna have a crownd
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Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud
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Where I come from
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Where I come from
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There's a big ol' moon shinin' down at night
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Where I come from
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There's a man done wrong gonna make it right
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Where I come from
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There's an old plowboy turnin' up dirt
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Where I come from
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There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
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Where I come from
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Where a couple boys fight in the parking lot
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No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
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Yeah, that river runs across that ol' flat rock
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Where I come from
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Where I come from
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Where I Come From
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| Montgomery Gentry |
