"Where That Came From" lyrics

That way that she wears her hair up
Like she kinda don't care, no makeup
Might come across shy, but say what she thinks
She might smoke if she drinks
One too many
A little more screen door than city
Little more beautiful than pretty
My kind of mystery

I wanna meet her momma
Wanna see the house she grew up in
Way down that old back road
'Cause it ain't this town where she got that soul
Wanna spend a Sunday morning
Waking up to the story behind
That sweet, that tough, that laugh I love
Oh, I wanna go where that came from

So slow to anger, quick to forgive
Got a thing for danger, way she walks in
Could make a preacher man blush
Or even make the bartender fall in love
She doesn't get back much to where she grew up
And I thank God she didn't get stuck there
She says it's just the middle of nowhere
Well I gotta go there

I wanna meet her momma
Wanna see the house she grew up in
Way down that old back road
'Cause it ain't this town where she got that soul
Wanna spend a Sunday morning
Waking up to the story behind
That sweet, that tough, that laugh I love
Oh, I wanna go where that came from

Riding shotgun with me, leans on in to kiss me
With that look that gets me like
"Whoa, where'd that come from?"
I know there's more where that came from

I wanna meet her momma
Wanna see the house she grew up in
Way down that old back road
'Cause it ain't this town where she got that soul
Wanna spend a Sunday morning
Waking up to the story behind
That sweet, that tough, that laugh I love
Oh, I wanna go where that came from
I wanna go where that came from (Yes, I do)
I wanna go where that came from
Yeah, I wanna go where that came from