Intro Yeah, yeah… Boots on, head high Brown sugar soul with a backroad heartbeat From the porch to the city lights This is where I come from Verse 1 I came up where the screen door knew my name Mama had a kitchen full of love and faith Granddaddy's porch taught these feet to move While old family stories filled the afternoon I learned real young how to stand my ground How to lose my balance and still come back around Some lessons came easy, some came through pain But I turned every storm into strength I could claim Pre-Chorus They tried to tell me who I had to be Tried to draw a line around my dreams But every wall they put in my way Gave me one more reason to find my own way Chorus I'm that brown sugar gospel, country soul Red clay roots with a heart of gold From the kitchen lights to the city streets You can hear where I'm from when I move to the beat I got my own back, I know my name I carry my history but I don't wear the blame Every scar, every mile, every road I roam Made me the woman who can build her own home Verse 2 School bus mornings and a worn-out bag Friday night laughter and the dreams I had Paper plates, sweet tea, music in the yard Everybody dancing while the daylight faded dark I remember those good old nights Kitchen windows glowing under porch lights Now those days live deep inside of me A little family rhythm that still sets me free Pre-Chorus When the world gets louder in my head I hear the words my people said Keep your heart strong, keep moving on You can make a way when the road is gone Chorus I'm that brown sugar gospel, country soul Red clay roots with a heart of gold From the kitchen lights to the city streets You can hear where I'm from when I move to the beat I got my own back, I know my name I carry my history but I don't wear the blame Every scar, every mile, every road I roam Made me the woman who can build her own home Verse 3 I know where I'm from, but I'm not stuck there Got country in my voice and big dreams in the air Boots on the pavement, rhythm in my stride I took every setback and turned it into pride Flour on the counter, music turned high Old family recipes and a brand-new life I don't need permission, I don't need a crown I built my own road when they tried to shut it down Bridge Some things were handed down, some I had to learn Some doors closed, so I found new turns I can be soft and still stand tall I can love my people without losing myself at all Let the horns rise, let the bassline roll Let that backbeat speak what I know From the dirt road dust to the neon glow I'm carrying my roots everywhere I go Breakdown Who kept dreaming? Me. Who kept rising? Me. Who found a way when the way wasn't clear? Me. I know my story, I know my worth I know the love that raised me first I don't have to hide where I've been It's part of the woman I became within Final Chorus I'm that brown sugar gospel, country soul Red clay roots with a heart of gold From the backyard nights to the city heat I turn my whole life into something sweet I got my own back, I know my name I honor my past without living in the pain Every laugh, every tear, every dream I keep Built the woman standing here on her own two feet Outro Brown sugar soul, porch-light glow Old family songs still follow where I go Boots by the door, dreams in my hands I came from a little, now I know who I am Let the voices rise, let the brass ring through Everything I am came from somewhere true Brown sugar gospel, deep in my soul That's where I come from And that's what makes me whole
