Story Behind The Song

Kathy and I wrote this politically incorrect story song during breaktime on a gig at the Taurus Bar on Main Highway in Coconut Grove, then the last refuge of Miami Anglo hippies. Kathy's ex-roommate Juan Carlos doesn't think this story song is very funny, but that's mainly because it isn't about him. The Taurus has been razed to build another condo tower, and the Anglos have indeed said "Adios, amigo."

Song Description

An Alabama belle on vacation in Miami gets a quick immersion course in Cuban culture. No, Darlin', this ain't no Southern town no more. This spoof of our differences in language, food and sexuality just goes to show we all have more in common than seen at first glance.

Lyrics

TOO FAR SOUTH

VERSE 1:
I drove down for my Miami holiday,
When I blew a tire and called for Triple-A.
I said "Fix my flat now, y'all" in my sweetest Southern drawl,
But they did not understand a word I say.
The tow driver said "Juan Carlos is my name."
He said, "Senorita, now Miami's changed.
All the rednecks you know, they said adios amigo.
And the accents here have never been the same."

CHORUS:
'Cause you're a little bit too far south,
You've gone across the line.
A little bit too far south, left Dixieland behind.
We're closer to Havana than we are to Alabama,
Senorita, you've gone too far south.

VERSE 2:
Juan Carlos said, "You know you Southern belles are sweet.
Why don't we go and get a bite to eat?
Let's go to Calle Ocho, everybody there is loco,
'Cause they know arroz con pollo is a treat."
The waiter took my order and he smiled.
He said, "We don't serve no chittlins, honey child.
No grits or collard greens, but we'll bring you rice and beans.
'Cause we're cooking with a different country style."

CHORUS:
'Cause you're a little bit too far south,
You've gone across the line.
A little bit too far south, left Dixieland behind.
We're closer to Havana than we are to Alabama,
Senorita, you've gone too far south.

BRIDGE:
That night at half past twelve,
He walked me back to my hotel.
I said goodnight and kissed him on the cheek.
Then suddenly I felt his hand below my belt,
I smacked his face and gave this little speech:

CHORUS:
Oh, you're a little bit too far south,
Yes you've gone and crossed my line.
A little bit too far south, get your hand off my behind.
You cowboys from Havana, you're the same as Alabama,
Mi amigo, you've gone too far south.

Yeah, you're a little bit too far south,
Yes you've gone across the line.
A little bit too far south, left Dixieland behind.
I learned my lesson there, men are nasty everywhere.
Senorita, you've gone too far south.
Oh, mi amigo, you've gone too far south.
Yes, mis niños, you've gone too far south.