Вершы: Travis Tritt. My Honky Tonk History. When In Rome.

Well you must be from the city
Cause you sure ain't from round here
There ain't no smoke free section
We don't sell no import beer

You been throwin round that attitude
Since you walked in that door
I don't know where you come from
But you ain't there anymore

When in Rome, You can do like the Ro-man's
But, when your down home
You better do like us

You been lookin down your nose
At our water tower town
Ain't no one getting rich
But, there's enough to go around

If ya don't like tracy's cookin
Well ya best still leave a tip
She's back there in that kitchen
With a baby on her hip

When in Rome, You can do like the Ro-man's
But, when your down home
You better do like us

You put your best foot forward
When you go to meet a man
Look him in the eye
And put a good grip on his hand

Don't cuss around the ladies
Tell us how to raise our kids
We like doing business
Like our dadies, dadies did

When you drive off in your beamer
If ya don't do 35
Don't give no lip to Beuford
Or he might just dot your eye

And when your at the courthouse
Before Ole judge McCall
You best not say a word
About them comandments on his wall
Naw!

When in Rome, You can do like the Ro-man's
But, when your down home
You better do like us
Yeah, Yeah Yeah

When in Rome, You can do like the Ro-man's
But, when your down home
You better do like us
Mmmm Hmmmm
Better do like us boy
Don't you come in here talking all that trash
Ya just might get your nose smashed.
When in Rome, You can do like the Ro-man's