Southern Symphony Songtext
von Russell Dickerson

Where I come from
We wash up before supper
You don′t talk back to your mother
Or you get your butt worn out
Where I come from
It's the same pew every Sunday
And the preacher says there′s a one way to Heaven
And you can ask the good Lord now
Yeah, something about you brings me back home
Girl, your kiss is like a trip down some swept road

It's the sound of a magnolia breeze
Ice cubes in sweet tea
Fight song on a Friday
Bug zapper buzzin' in the driveway
It ain′t much, but it sounds so sweet
A southern symphony
To sing along, let it play on and on
′Cause where I come from, that's a love song


Where I come from
The pot don′t call the kettle
We settle down, but we don't settle
We take time to stop, just to feel the wind blow
Where I come from
We grow sweet corn and tobacco
And everybody waves back at you when you pass ′em
Girl, you take me back to that road

Like the sound of a magnolia breeze
Ice cubes in sweet tea
Fight song on a Friday
Bug zapper buzzing in the driveway
It ain't much, but it sounds so sweet
A southern symphony
To sing along, let it play on and on
′Cause where I come from, that's a love song

It's the sound of a magnolia breeze
Ice cubes in sweet tea
Fight song on a Friday
Bug zapper buzzin′ in the driveway
It′s the sound of Hymn 112
Stories my Grandpa tells
Garth Brooks on a CD
And Rocky Top on TV
It ain't much, but it sounds so sweet


A southern symphony
Sing along, but we don′t need a record on, no-no
Just let it play on and on

'Cause where I come from that′s a love song
Where I come from that's a love song