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Lyrics
I'm from screen doors swingingAnd supper getting coldStreetlights meant come homeSome stories stayed untold
I'm from hard work handsAnd quiet kind of loveThey didn't say it muchBut they showed up enough
I know where I'm fromI know what it made meA little bit stubbornA little bit shaky
I carry the goodI carry the bruisesThe prayers in the kitchenThe words we weren't using
I don't have to runI don't cover it upI know who I amI know where I'm from
I'm from gravel on tiresAnd names everybody knewDoing what you had toNot always what you should do
Lessons in the silenceLove behind the prideSome things I left thereTo keep the rest alive
Home ain't always easyHome ain't always kindBut every road behind meStill taught me how to drive
I know where I'm fromI know what it gave meA heart that keeps tryingEven when it breaks me
I carry the goodI let go of the bruisesI found my own voiceIn the words we weren't using
I know who I amI know where I'm from