Am F C G 

[Verse]
Am                F                       C                   G
Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up
     Am        F                     C G
And I won't cuss your city lights 
    Am                    F                  C                                   G 
If you ain't ever took a ride around and cruised right through the heart of my town
 Am              F                     C G 
Anything you say would be a lie  
  F                                             G 
We may live our lives a little slower 
      F                                            G
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya 

[Chorus]
   Am       F                   C                 G 
Where I come from, there's an old plow boy out turning up dirt
 Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, there's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
 Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
     Dm                C            F
No, nobody's gonna call the cops, where I come from

[Instrumental]
Am F C G

[Verse]
Am          F             C             G
See that door right there, man, I swear it ain't never been locked 
Am          F             C             G
And I guarantee that it never will
 Am          F             C                   G
That old man right there in the rocking chair at the courthouse square 
I'll tell you now
  Am          F             C             G
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills 
        F                            G
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
    F                                   G
He made his bill without one day of schoolin'

[Chorus]
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, there's a pickup truck with the tailgate down
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, the pine trees are singing a song of the south
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, that little white church is gonna have a crowd
     Dm               C         F       
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from

[Instrumental]
Am F Am G G 

[Verse]
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, there's a big ole' moon shining down at night
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, there's a man done wrong gonna make it right
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, there's an old plow boy out turning up dirt
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, there's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
  Am       F                   C                 G
Where I come from, where a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
   Dm                C            F
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops 
   Dm                C            F
Yeah, that  river runs across that ol' Flint rock
   Am        F       C G 
Where I come from, 
   Am        F       C G
 where I come from