Friday, December 15, 2006

Home with the armadillo

Yesterday we returned from Paris, where we had a great time. Today brings a terrific post on Londonist, my source of all information. Pickering Place, the smallest square in London, was not only the home of the Texas diplomatic corps, but also the place where the last duel in England was fought. In the meantime, to fend off London's short, grey winter days, let's all sing the song written while Texas' Official Ambassador to the World was stranded and broke in 1973.

LONDON HOMESICK BLUES
(Gary P. Nunn)


Well, when you're down on your luck,
and you ain't got a buck,
in London you're a goner.
Even London Bridge has fallen down,
and moved to Arizona,
now I know why.
And I'll substantiate the rumor
that the English sense of humor
is drier than the Texas sand.
You can put up your dukes,
and you can bet your boots,
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can.

Chorus;
I wanna go home with the armadillo.
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene.
The friendliest people and the prettiest women
you've ever seen.

Well it's cold over here, and I swear,
I wish they'd turn the heat on.
And where in the world is that English girl,
I promised I would meet on the third floor.
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I got,
is a smoke and a cheap guitar.
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin'
to be home in a Texas bar.

Chorus

Well, I decided that, I'd get my cowboy hat
and go down to Marble Arch Station.
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances,
and chances will be takin, now that's for sure.
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' a prize,
that some people call manly footwear.
And they said you're from down South,
and when you open your mouth,
you always seem to put your foot there.

Chorus
Chorus

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