Letra de «Southern Accents»
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.
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We have our own way of livin', But everything is done, With a southern accent, Where I come from.

