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| Pie is apropos of nothing, except people in the country love pie. |
First choice is: "Where I Come From" by Montgomery Gentry. This song hit number 8 on the Billboard Charts, so obviously it spoke to a lot of people. But it is accurate? Official lyrics in black, my commentary in blue.
"Where I Come From"
Don't you dare go runnin' down my little town where I grew up
And I won't cuss your city lights (not true, they still will. People around here tend to think the city is where you go to get raped and killed. On Michigan Avenue.)
If you ain't ever took a ride around
And cruised right through the heart of my town
Anything you say would be a lie (Nah, you could take a pretty decent stab at it and get close)
We may live our lives a little slower (Good gravy, yes)
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya' (definitely true!)
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt (Yup. Everyday. Toddler boy and country boy heaven).
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt (Yes again. People here don't wear suits much. Or ever).
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, nobody's gonna call the cops (Totally 100% true. Our little town has one officer. No one would bother to call for a fight that everybody would know all the participants in anyway).
Where I come from
See that door right there, man I swear
It ain't never been locked (we don't even own housekeys. Seriously).
And I Guarantee that it never will
That old man right there in the rocking chair
At the courthouse square I'll tell you now (there are actual downtowns here, which is awesome)
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his million without one day of schoolin' (This took me an embarrassingly long time to learn. People in Chicago with money are easily identifiable, if you know what you're looking for. People here, you will never ever know by how they live, what they drive, what they wear....etc. Make no assumptions)
Where I come from
There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down (yes)
Where I come from
The pine trees are singing a song of the south (not exactly south)
Where I come from
That little white church is gonna have a crowd (always. It's the first thing people ask, "Where do you go to church?")
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from.
Where I come from
There's a big ole' moon shining down at night (the sky here is incredible, truly).
Where I come from
There's a man done wrong gonna make it right (yup. If you live in a small town, it will become very important to correct your mistakes, because everyone knows everything).
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock
Where I come from
Where I come from
And I won't cuss your city lights (not true, they still will. People around here tend to think the city is where you go to get raped and killed. On Michigan Avenue.)
If you ain't ever took a ride around
And cruised right through the heart of my town
Anything you say would be a lie (Nah, you could take a pretty decent stab at it and get close)
We may live our lives a little slower (Good gravy, yes)
But that don't mean I wouldn't be proud to show ya' (definitely true!)
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt (Yup. Everyday. Toddler boy and country boy heaven).
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt (Yes again. People here don't wear suits much. Or ever).
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, nobody's gonna call the cops (Totally 100% true. Our little town has one officer. No one would bother to call for a fight that everybody would know all the participants in anyway).
Where I come from
See that door right there, man I swear
It ain't never been locked (we don't even own housekeys. Seriously).
And I Guarantee that it never will
That old man right there in the rocking chair
At the courthouse square I'll tell you now (there are actual downtowns here, which is awesome)
He could buy your fancy car with hundred dollar bills
Don't let those faded overalls fool ya
He made his million without one day of schoolin' (This took me an embarrassingly long time to learn. People in Chicago with money are easily identifiable, if you know what you're looking for. People here, you will never ever know by how they live, what they drive, what they wear....etc. Make no assumptions)
Where I come from
There's a pickup truck with the tailgate down (yes)
Where I come from
The pine trees are singing a song of the south (not exactly south)
Where I come from
That little white church is gonna have a crowd (always. It's the first thing people ask, "Where do you go to church?")
Yeah, I'm pretty damn proud of where I come from.
Where I come from
There's a big ole' moon shining down at night (the sky here is incredible, truly).
Where I come from
There's a man done wrong gonna make it right (yup. If you live in a small town, it will become very important to correct your mistakes, because everyone knows everything).
Where I come from
There's an old farm boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There's a preacher man in a cowboy shirt
Where I come from
When a couple of boys fight in the parking lot
No, ain't nobody gonna call the cops
Yeah, that river runs across that Oakland rock
Where I come from
Where I come from
Song accuracy to my real life in a small town: 95%. Only because we're not from the South. :) Nice work, Montgomery Gentry.
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