Lyrics:

There''s a southern accent, where I come fromThe young ''uns call it country, the yankees call it dumbI got my own way of talking, but everything gets doneWith a southern accent, where I come fromNow that drunk tank in Atlanta, is just a motel room to meThink I might go work Orlando, if them orange groves don''t freezeGot my own way of working, but everything is runWith a southern accent, where I come fromFor just a minute there I was dreamingFor just a minute it was all so realFor just a minute she was standing there, with meThere''s a dream I keep having, where my momma comes to meAnd kneels down over by the window, and says a prayer for meGot my own way of praying, but everything one''s begunWith a southern accent, where I come fromGot my own way of living, but everything is doneWith a southern accent, where I come from