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. [Instrumental break] We have our own way of livin', But everything is done, With a southern accent, Where I come from.