| There’s a southern accent, where I come from
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| The young’uns call it country, the yankees call it dumb
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| I got my own way of talkin, but everything is done
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| With a southern accent where I come from
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| Now that drunk tank in Atlanta is 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' but everything is run
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| With a southern accent 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 where my mama comes to me
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| And kneels down over by the window and says a prayer for me
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| I got my own way of prayin' but everyone’s begun
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| With a southern accent where I come from
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| I got my own way of livin' but everything gets done
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| With a southern accent where I come from |