Where I'm From

(album: Winning With The Losers - 2018)

(Where, where)
Where I'm from
Me and my boys, we have a good time
Everybody's trying to make a living
Where I'm from
Hard scars tell stories 'bout the past
And bad decisions, yeah, prob'ly 'cause we didn't listen

Where I'm from
Mama knows best trying to walk a dirt road to Lord's place
Where I'm from
Where I'm from
Where I'm from

Hop in, let me take you a ride in the dirt that raised me
Ain't no place amazing as mine
You see that water tower?
Well, I spent a lot of hours under it
Stealing kisses from that girl at night, hold on
We're about at Mize Crossing
But we drank and fought and raised hell till the cops shut us down
We'd crank that radio in the boat
Throw each other in the river
Man, it's a miracle that none of us drowned
The smell of a campfire takes me back to the backside
Of DeQueen Lake on 80 thousand deer in the rut
And I think of my first kiss everytime I pass some honeysuckle
Ain't nothing like the smells of

Where I'm from
Me and my boys, we have a good time
Everybody's trying to make a living
Where I'm from
Hard scars tell stories 'bout the past
And bad decisions, yeah, prob'ly 'cause we didn't listen

Where I'm from
Mama knows best trying to walk a dirt road to Lord's place
Where I'm from
Where I'm from
Where I'm from

We're all just blue collar folks
Working harder for the dollar than most
Going for broke, just hoping to get ahead
Got a couple kids that need to be fed
Trying to keep a roof over our heads
But, we don't get depressed
'Cause we know we're blessed to live out here
We'll be shooting deer
The shine's clear and the beer's light
If you wanna see this place come to life
Come downtown on a Friday night
Them lights on that football field transform boys into men
A state ring means a legacy no one will soon forget
Those railroad tracks run past my granny's house
And every Sunday evening while we're eating it'll come around
Blowing that horn
Ain't nothing like them sounds of

Where I'm from
Me and my boys, we have a good time
Everybody's trying to make a living
Where I'm from
Hard scars tell stories 'bout the past
And bad decisions, yeah, prob'ly 'cause we didn't listen

Where I'm from
Mama knows best, trying to walk a dirt road to Lord's place
Where I'm from
Where I'm from
Where I'm from
(Where, where I'm from)