There’s a southern accent, where I come from The young’uns call it country The yankees call it dumb I got my own way of talkin’ But everything is done, with a southern accent 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
For just a minute there I was dreaming For just a minute it was all so real 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
I got my own way of livin’ But everything gets done With a southern accent Where I come from
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Even before my father’s father They called us all rebels While they burned our cornfields And left our cities leveled I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils Yeah, when I’m walking round at night Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey