F         Dm  C    F             Dm C     F
There’s a southern accent, where I   come from
    Dm        C       F
The young’uns call it country
    Bb              C
The yankees call it dumb
         Dm  C      F
I got my own way of talkin’
    Bb            C            Dm  C    Bb
But everything is done, with a southern accent
(still Bb)  F
Where I come from

F        Dm    C       F
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta’s
     Dm      C       F
Just a motel room to me
      Dm      C       F
Think I might go work Orlando
        Bb                  C
If them orange groves don’t freeze
         Dm  C      F
I got my own way of workin’
    Bb            C           Dm  C    Bb
But everything is run, with a southern accent
Bb           F
Where I come from

Bb                      Dm
For just a minute there I was dreaming
Bb                       Dm
For just a minute it was all so real
G                       C        F           Bb  F
For just a minute she was standing there, with me

F         Dm    C      F
There’s a dream I keep having
      Dm      C        F
Where my mama comes to me
    Dm          C           F
And kneels down over by the window
         Bb           C
And says a prayer for me
         Dm  C      F
I got my own way of prayin’
    Bb         C
But everyone’s begun
       Dm  C    Bb
With a southern accent
Bb           F
Where I come from

         Dm  C      F
I got my own way of livin’
    Bb              C
But everything gets done
       Dm  C    Bb
With a southern accent
Bb           F
Where I come from