(TP nailed it pretty well here...)

There's a Southern Accent
where I come from
The younguns call it country,
& the Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talking,
but everything is done
With a Southern Accent,
where I come from

Now that drunk tank in Atlanta
is a hotel room for me
Think I might go work Orlando,
if them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of working,
but everything gets done
With a Southern Accent,
where I come from...

There's this dream I keep having,
where my Mama comes to me
And kneels down by my bedside,
and says a prayer for me
I got my own way of praying,
and every one's begun
With a Southern Accent,
where I come from...

__________________
Plug me into somethin'

If the theory does not conform to the facts, then the facts must be discarded.

No good deed ever goes unpunished

Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level, & beat you with experience.