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By: Michaelryan “Chance” McCauley
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Verse 1:
You see that tiny street
They call an avenue
It’s where I scraped my knees
It’s where my tongue turned blue
Where I told my first lie
It’s where I learned the truth
The perfect time to kiss
Is when she don’t ask you to
Pre-chorus:
Still some folks get confused some
Kindly ask, “Where are you from?”
Well
Chorus:
I’m from my momma’s eyes
I’m from my daddy’s grin
I’m from a potholed road
Where you ain’t never been
I’m from small town high
Still bleeding tiger pride
I’m from a beat-up house
That they ain’t quite tore down
I’m from the V8 sound
In that old tailgate town
I’m from a crooked bridge
Where my story begins
So if you ask, you need to know
I’m from home
Verse 2:
Momma raised me on the bible
Did the best she knows
Couldn’t shake that devil
Living in these bones
I learned rock & roll
In the church parking lot
Now this six string dream’s
The only prayer I got
Chorus:
I’m from my momma’s eyes
I’m from my daddy’s grin
I’m from a potholed road
Where you ain’t never been
I’m from small town high
Still bleeding tiger pride
I’m from a beat-up house
That they ain’t quite tore down
I’m from the V8 sound
In that old tailgate town
I’m from a crooked bridge
Where my story begins
So if you need to know
Bridge:
Ain’t about who you know
Ain’t about where you go
Only matter’s who you are
No matter where you start
Chorus:
I’m from my momma’s eyes
I’m from my daddy’s grin
I’m from a potholed road
Where you ain’t never been
I’m from small town high
Still bleeding tiger pride
I’m from a beat-up house
That they ain’t quite tore down
I’m from the V8 sound
In that old tailgate town
I’m from a crooked bridge
Where my story begins
So if you ask, you need to know
These old songs ain’t just from show
No matter where I go
I’m from home