i was Turned down flat at the bOrder, it Might have been my crooked toothy Grin.

I know i'm no beauty, and He's just doing his duty, but I had a plane to catch,

so i Pressed my case again. * i said i'm Going down to nashville to auDition.

so that I can come back down and earn some Bread. no One is gonna pay,

to Come and hear me play, the Immigration man just shook his Head.

he Might of made his mind up when he Saw me. in a Cashmere coat and a crossborder Pin

there was My guitar and me, heading for the Land of the free.

he said, "Park it over there and come on In."

so i Showed them my union card and Passport, and i Argued as politely as i Could.

it all Fell on deaf ears; it as the Worst of my fears, to Not show up for a gig when i

Promised that i would. So i sought the intervention of a higher Power, and

He went off to confer with his Mates. His Boss said "sorry sonny, you're gonna help

Some one make some money, and I Won't let you into the stAtes.

so I Drove the ford hotel back towards the Tundra, and i Left my guitar with a dear old Friend.

i didn't let it get to me, i Screamed a burning yuee, and i Headed for the border once agAin.

this time i Said i'm going to fly down to Nashville, just to Kick tires and hustle for a Spell.

a Shift change had occurred, this new guy Took me at my word.

he Issued me in, Even wished me well. didn't i Drive eye-five past seAttle.

and a Whole lotta jet planes to where we Are. i'm Sorry to regale you all with

Such a long tale, but rex Foster, that's why I'm playing your guiT