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Where I Come From


Where I come from,

There are blue skies, green grass, and amber sunsets. 

There are friends as close as family. 

Sweet tea is our addiction.

Back porch gatherings are traditional.

We have Southern gospel singings and revivals. 

Don't mess with a person's church family.

The little one's say grace, ma'am, and sir.

Pastures and hay fields cover the country.

God is ALWAYS first.

Love is the greatest gift you can give. 

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