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