There's a southern accent where I come from. The young 'uns call it country. The yankees call it dumb. I got my own way of talkin'. But everything gets done with a southern accent. Where I come from. Now that drunk tank in Atlanta's. Just a motel room to me. Think I might go work Orlando. If them orange groves don't freeze. I 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 keep having. Where my mama comes to me. And kneels down over by the window. And says a prayer for me. Got my own way of prayin'. But everyone's begun. With a southern accent. Where I come from --. I got my own way of livin'. But everything gets done. With a southern accent. Where I come from. . . by: anikzinho :*. anikz@myway.com