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 farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There´s a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When 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 million 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 farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There´s a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain´t nobody gonna call the cops

Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock
Where I come from
Where I come from