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Capo 1 [Intro] (x2) 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   [Outro] (x2) Am F C G