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
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ain't there anymore
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Chorus
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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 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 Buford
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Or he might just dot your eye
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And when your at the courthouse
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Before judge mcCall
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You'd best not say a word
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'bout them commandments on his wall
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naw
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Repeat chorus 2x
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Yeah, when in Rome
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You can do like the romans
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Yeah
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When In Rome
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Travis Tritt |