John Anderson Where I Come From
Country sun don't set on a big city skyline; it's another world altogether * City streets ain't no place to go huntin'; can't see the stars, can't read the weather * Where I come from, it's wide open spaces, hills and hollers, spirits running free * It's in your blood, just like the sun's up in the sky; where I come from, it's hard to leave * Brick and concrete just make alleys and gutters; Lord knows that's rocky ground for plowin' * City folks live stacked up on each other, and wake up to the sound of sirens * Where I come from, it's wide open spaces, hills and hollers, spirits running free * It's in your blood, just like the sun's up in the sky; where I come from, it's hard to leave * It's hard to leave.
