F Dm C F Dm-C F
There’s a southern accent, where I come from
Dm C F
The young’uns call it country
A# C
The yankees call it dumb
Dm C F
I got my own way of talkin’
A# C Dm- C A#
But everything is done, with a southern accent
(still A#) F
Where I come from
Now that drunk tank in atlanta’s
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work orlando
If them orange groves don’t freeze
I got my own way of workin’
But everything is run, with a southern accent
Where I come from
A# Dm
For just a minute there I was dreaming
A# Dm
For just a minute it was all so real
A# C F A# F
For just a minute she was standing there, with me
There’s a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin’
But everyone’s begun
With a sou thern accent
Where I come from
Dm C F
I got my own way of livin’
A# C
But everything gets done
Dm- C A#
With a southern accent
F
Where I come from
