Where I Come From

Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike
When Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit in this rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son

It's cornbread and chicken
And workin' hard to get to heaven

Well I was south of Detroit City
I pulled in this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbecue
The sign said finger-lickin'
Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
How'd you like my biscuit
I'll be honest with you ma'am
It ain't like mama fixed it

It's cornbread and chicken
And workin' hard to get to heaven

I was chasin' sun on 101
Somewhere around Ventura
I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
If I had plans for dinner
Said no thanks ma'am, back home
We like the girls that sing soprano

It's cornbread and chicken
And workin' hard to get to heaven

Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang for a bobtail rig
That's rollin' on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Aren't you from out in Tulsa
No, but you might'a seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa

It's cornbread and chicken
And workin' hard to get to heaven

It's cornbread and chicken
And workin' hard to get to heaven

A lotta front porch sittin'
Starin' up at heaven
Tryin' to make a livin'