"Where I'm From" lyrics
(feat. Bryce Leatherwood)
Out where I'm from, there's a two lane cuttin' by the creek bank
To take you to the home place
Where the dogs come running, when my truck comes humming
On my white gravel pined up the driveway
Might crack myself a three o'clock beer
No such thing as too early 'round here
Out where the good times stay rolling
And the cold beer stays flowing
And the Hank stays cranked up loud and proud
If you know what I'm talking about
Where we work hard for a dime and
Old Glory still flying
Might not make sense to some
But it damn sure does to us
Out where I'm from
Oh, yeah
Yeah, out where I'm from, there's a little lake
Piece of heaven God made tucked in a holler
Where the bass still biting and the catfish frying
And the girls couldn't get much hotter
Might sit in this spot all day
Getting whiskey bent till the red sun fades
Where the good times stay rolling
And the cold beer stays flowing
And the Hank stays cranked up loud and proud
If you know what I'm talking about
Where we work hard for a dime and
Old Glory still flying
Might not make sense to some
But it damn sure does to us
Out where I'm from
Where the good times stay rolling
And the cold beer stays flowing
And the Hank stays cranked up loud and proud
If you know what I'm talking about
Where we work hard for a dime and
And Old Glory's still flying
Might not make sense to some
But it damn sure does to us
Out where I'm from
Yeah
Out where I'm from
Yeah, where I'm from
Woodstock, Georgia, how we doing, y'all?
Here in Georgia, come on, baby
Where I'm from
To take you to the home place
Where the dogs come running, when my truck comes humming
On my white gravel pined up the driveway
Might crack myself a three o'clock beer
No such thing as too early 'round here
Out where the good times stay rolling
And the cold beer stays flowing
And the Hank stays cranked up loud and proud
If you know what I'm talking about
Where we work hard for a dime and
Old Glory still flying
Might not make sense to some
But it damn sure does to us
Out where I'm from
Oh, yeah
Yeah, out where I'm from, there's a little lake
Piece of heaven God made tucked in a holler
Where the bass still biting and the catfish frying
And the girls couldn't get much hotter
Might sit in this spot all day
Getting whiskey bent till the red sun fades
Where the good times stay rolling
And the cold beer stays flowing
And the Hank stays cranked up loud and proud
If you know what I'm talking about
Where we work hard for a dime and
Old Glory still flying
Might not make sense to some
But it damn sure does to us
Out where I'm from
Where the good times stay rolling
And the cold beer stays flowing
And the Hank stays cranked up loud and proud
If you know what I'm talking about
Where we work hard for a dime and
And Old Glory's still flying
Might not make sense to some
But it damn sure does to us
Out where I'm from
Yeah
Out where I'm from
Yeah, where I'm from
Woodstock, Georgia, how we doing, y'all?
Here in Georgia, come on, baby
Where I'm from
