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Well I stepped off the bus in MemphisAnd stumbled into the first saloon I could findI bellied-up to the rail and summoned my barkeepI ordered up tequila, some salt and a limeAnd she said "Son, you ain't from around here, is you?"And I said politely, "No, no ma'am I ain't"She said, "Sonny, let me give you a little bit of friendly Southern adviceWe don't use that junk around here for nothing 'cept well maybe, thinning out paint"And she said "Son, Why don't you just take a look around and tell me what you see?"Well I saw a lot of white-felt Stetson hats and gatorskin bootsYou know and every Southern man who had a lady on his arm was drinking whiskey.So I said, "I do not wish to be out of order ma'am. I am not a tramp or a bum.The dusty Mexican borderlands are where I have just come from.And with all due respect and deference, tequila is my preference."So she said "Relax honey, you know I would never treat you wrong."And then she poured me up 3 fingers of that old number 7She said "Rest assured darlin' if we're drinkin' it down here in Dixie,That's cause that's what they're pourin' up in heaven."And I said "Ma'am, your hospitality is well intentionedYes I know you mean to treat me well.It's just that where I come from (born and raised in Arizona don't you know), me and my Friends be more likely to be found drinking what they serve down in hell."Letras de cancionesAnd she said "Son, why don't you just take a look around and tell me what you see?"Well I saw a lot of furrowed brows under them white-felt Stetson hatsAnd every Southern man who had a lady on his arm was looking kinda angrySo I said "I do not wish to be out of order gents. I am not a tramp or a bum.The dusty Mexican borderlands are where I have just come from.And with all due respect and deference, tequila is my preference."So she said "Hey look you little polecat, you better knock that whiskey backBefore us Southern folks get angry and we come and skin you to the boneAnd I ain't exactly sure how that old saying goes, boy, but I do know it underscores the fact.You best be drinking what the Romans drink when you're drinking down in Rome."And I said "Ma'am, I can see that you just do not understand,And I've been trying to get a proper drink out of this bar now the WHOLE DAMN NIGHT.So kindly set me up that tequila, honey, and let me get it into my bloodAnd I will take you and your whiskey-sipping, Southern boys up on that there fight.And she said "Son, why don't you just take yourself a look around, and tell me what you see?"Well I saw a lot of grinding teeth, and I saw a lot of clinching fists out thereAnd every Southern man who once was over there sitting at the bar was up and coming after meSo I said "I do not wish to be out of order here, gentlemenI am not a tramp, and I am not a bum.The dusty Mexican borderlands are where I have just come from and with all due respect and deference, Yeah with all due respect and deference....with all due respect and deference...Gentlemen kindly do not throw me out ass backwards for hankerin'For a less-civilized spirit. Why don't I just mosey on alongAnd find my tequila on my waaaaay,Back...westA Dios rogando y con el mazo dando. Katie bar theDoor, pass the gunpowder, and praise the Lord,And as I make haste yet slowly to mis amigos youMay deem lowly and unholy, I will tell them whatI've learned. Though I've been gulagged and I'veBeen spurned, si a Roma fueres haz como vieres,Or when in Rome, do as the Romans do. ButMemphis, why not try something new and when theBarbarians arrive here at your gate, treat us notWith fear and hate, for we come, not to conquer,Or be rude, but to raise a glass and say, "Salúd!" From Letras Mania