Lyrics:

There''s a southern accent, where I come from**lf**The young ''uns call it country, the yankees call it dumb**lf**I got my own way of talking, but everything gets done**lf**With a southern accent, where I come from**lf****lf**Now that drunk tank in Atlanta, is just a motel room to me**lf**Think I might go work Orlando, if them orange groves don''t freeze**lf**Got my own way of working, but everything is run**lf**With a southern accent, where I come from**lf****lf**For just a minute there I was dreaming**lf**For just a minute it was all so real**lf**For just a minute she was standing there, with me**lf****lf**There''s a dream I keep having, where my momma comes to me**lf**And kneels down over by the window, and says a prayer for me**lf**Got my own way of praying, but everything one''s begun**lf**With a southern accent, where I come from**lf****lf**Got my own way of living, but everything is done**lf**With a southern accent, where I come from