Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I'm From, artist - Charlie Farley.
Date of issue: 09.08.2018
Song language: English
Where I'm From |
Where I’m from, me and my boys, we have a good time |
Everybody’s tryna make a livin' |
Where I’m from, our scars tell stories 'bout the past |
And bad decisions, yeah prob’ly 'cause we didn’t listen |
Where I’m from, momma knows best |
Tryna walk a dirt road the Lords blessed |
Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from |
Hop in, let me take you ridin' to the dirt that raised me |
Ain’t no place amazin' as mine |
You see that water tower? |
Well I spent a lot of hours under it |
Stealin' kisses from that girl at night, hold on |
We could 'bout at Mize Crossin' |
Where we drank and fought and raised hell 'til 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 De Queen Lake on 80 |
thousand deer in the rut |
And I think of my first kiss every time I pass some honeysuckle |
Ain’t nothin' like the smells of |
Where I’m from, me and my boys, we have a good time |
Everybody’s tryna make a livin' |
Where I’m from, our scars tell stories 'bout the past |
And bad decisions, yeah prob’ly 'cause we didn’t listen |
Where I’m from, momma knows best |
Tryna walk a dirt road the Lords blessed |
Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from |
We’re all just blue collar folks |
Workin' harder for a dollar than most |
Goin' for broke, just hopin' to get ahead |
Got a couple kids that need to be fed |
Tryna keep a roof over our heads |
But we don’t get depressed |
'Cause we know we’re blessed to live out here |
Where we shoot dear, the shines clear and the beers 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 soon will forget |
Those railroad tracks run past my granny’s house |
And every Sunday evenin' while we’re eatin' it’ll come around |
Blowin' that horn (Oh-woah) |
Ain’t nothin' like them sounds of |
Where I’m from, me and my boys, we have a good time |
Everybody’s tryna make a livin' |
Where I’m from, our scars tell stories 'bout the past |
And bad decisions, yeah prob’ly 'cause we didn’t listen |
Where I’m from, momma knows best |
Tryna walk a dirt road the Lords blessed |
Where I’m from, where I’m from, where I’m from |
Where I’m from |