Hmmn...



... Hmmn... Let's talk this over, Don Jose...
No good music, an' No good booze, in The 'Ol Indian Territory?...
Lets see now, what could have possibly been going on, to get
you such an' horrible Southern treatment... Well, reckon it
could've been they thought ye were a dern yankee?...
An' maybe even a greenhorn, at that? Surely though,
you don't think them Local Folks had access to the
good clear shiney stuff back then

That's
where good southern hospitality comes in, but then
they'd have ta' trust a stranger, to offer ya' know...
As far as the music, what did ye want, Ol' Gene Autry?,
Roy and Dale?, maybe Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys,
a' playin' the fiddle hot, with their innovative, smokin' hot
country swing?... Or, did ye just want to try an' sneak a cuddle,
to some 'ol NYC elevater music, and as a skinny cadet? Hmmn...
Yer probly lucky, they didn't catch yer...Ornery Irish hide...
Snugglin' some Big 'ol Southern country boys' Sister, out in
the good 'ol country air, an' sparklin' moonlight!


...
Well, yer still in one piece, aint ye? Really don't know,
what the big 'ole deal is...
Probly sounded like a northern Irish city slicker,
from the North, West California Coast...


I suppose ye didn't even get a good 'ol Southern, sweet warm kiss either?

Sides, ye were sposed' 'ta be there schoolin' an' a' workin'.
Not chasin' them Purty Euro/Indian hillfolk gals, all liquered
up, an' 'a bee boppin' or tango snuglin', ta' 'ol Mozart, or Bach...


