Where I come from
There ain't nobody
Nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul
Who swears on Sunday
And always evades the truth
Whose lingo comes
From God knows where
And he surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am
When you call me your kuschty rye
And I say hey, honey
I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, come on, baby
I put you way up too high for me
She learned me life is sweet
And God is good
And he always will provide
She taught me all I ever knew
And she taught me more besides
I say hey, honey
I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, come on, baby
I put you way up too high for me
Where I come from
There ain't nobody
Nobody quite like you
Who blessed my soul
Who swears on Sunday
And always evades the truth
Whose lingo comes
From God knows where
And he surely knows more than I
Who also knows how mocked I am
When you call me your kuschty rye
I say hey, hey honey
I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, come on, baby
I put you way up too high for me
Hey, honey
I hold you way up too high for me
Whoa, come on, baby
I put you way up too high for me
