Southern Accents

There's a southern accent,

Where I come from.

The young'uns call it country,

The Yankees call it dumb.

I got my own way of talkin',

But everything is done,

With a southern accent,

Where I come from.

Now that drunk-tank in Atlanta,

Was just a motel room to me.

Think I might go work Orlando,

If them orange groves don't freeze.

I've got my own way of workin',

But everything is run,

With a southern accent,

Where I come from.

For just a minute there I was dreaming.

For just a minute it was all so real.

For just a minute she was standing there,

With me.

There's a dream I that I keep havin',

Where my mama comes to me.

And she kneels down over by the window,

And says a prayer for me.

I got my own way of prayin',

And everyone's begun,

With a southern accent,

Where I come from.

We have our own way of livin',

But everything is done,

With a southern accent,

Where I come from.