Who the hell is this guy?
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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've been throwing 'round your attitude since you walked through the door
Now I don't know where you come from, but you ain't there any more
When in Rome, you can do like the Romans
When you're down home, you better do like us
You've been looking down your nose at our ole water-tower-town
There ain't no one gettin' rich, but there's enough to go around
If you don't like Tracey's cooking, you 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 Romans
When you're down home, you better do like us
You put your best foot forward when you go to meet a man
You look him in the eye and put a good grip on his hand
Don't curse around the ladies or tell us how to raise our kids
No, we like doing business like our daddy's daddies did
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Good mate, how you doin'?
I ain't finished yet
Come back here
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When you drive up in your Beamer, if you don't do 35
Don't give no lip to Buford, or he might just dot your eyes
And when you're at the courthouse before ole Judge McCall
You best not say a word 'bout them commandments on his wall (hell, no!)
When in Rome, you can do like the Romans
When you're down home, you better do like us
Yeah, when in Rome, you can do like the Romans
When you're down home, you better do like us, yeah
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You better do like us