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 talking — but everything gets done,
With a southern accent — where I come from.
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta — is just a motel room to me,
Think I might go work Orlando — if them orange groves don’t freeze,
Got my own way of working — 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 momma comes to me,
And kneels down over by the window — and says a prayer for me,
Got my own way of praying — but everything one’s begun,
With a southern accent — where I come from.
Got my own way of living — but everything is done
With a southern accent — where I come from.