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Well, you must be from the city |
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Cause you sure ain't from round here |
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There ain't no smoke free section |
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We dont sell no import beer |
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You been throwin' round that attitude |
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Since you walked through the door |
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I dont know where you come from but you ain't there anymore |
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Chorus When in rome you can do like the romans |
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But where you're down home |
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You better do like us |
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You've been lookin' down your nose |
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At our water tower town |
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Ain't no one getting rich |
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But there's enough to go around |
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If you dont't like |
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Tracy's cookin' |
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Well you best still leave a tip |
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She's back there in that kitchen |
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With a baby on her hip |
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Repeat chorus |
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You put your best foot forward |
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When you go to meet a man |
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Look him in the eye |
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And put a good grip on his hand |
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Don't cuss around the ladies |
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Tell us how to raise our kids |
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We like doin' business |
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Like our daddy's daddies did |
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When you drive off in your beamer |
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If you don't do 35 |
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Don't give no lip to |
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Buford Or he might just dot your eye |
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And when your at the courthouse |
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Before judge mc |
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Call You'd best not say a word 'bout them commandments on his wall naw |
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Repeat chorus 2x |
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Yeah, when in |
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Rome You can do like the romans |
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Yeah |
