 I was rolling wheels and shifting gears around that Jersey turnpike. Barney stopped me with his gun ten minutes after midnight. Said, sir, you broke the lemon in this rusty old truck. I don't know about that accent, son. Just where did you come from? I said, where I come from, it's cornbread and chicken. Where I come from, a lot of front porch sitting. Where I come from, trying to make a living.