Story Behind The Song

A rites of passage song about a ne'er-do-well that leaves narrow minded community in Mississippi, falls in love with a prostitute in Mexico, does some damage, and comes home with a tale (and tail) of woe. No idea where this one came from.

Lyrics

He was born in Flapjaw, Mississippi with lead boots on his feet
Saw a world of wonder across the blue Delta sky
He wanted to get out

He wasn?t handsome, no sir, but he was nobody?s fool
Headed down to Mexico had enough of being pushed around
Had enough of that golden rule

Senorita seems to understand
What it takes to make me feel like a man
A real man

There was a lady, she was called Juanita la Bella
One day he found her lying with a gringo, stinky, flabby fella
Oh, it was a nasty scene

This house is burning and I can?t get out
I?m on fire, hear me scream and shout
It'd take a miracle to set me free
Won?t somebody come and rescue me

This here'ss a story ?bout a crime of passion
In your livingroom, a crime of passion

Back in Flapjaw, there?s a buzz in the air
Them folks is crazy boy, and they're snooping around
Digging up dirt everywhere
Meanwhile, our man is hiding out
And he's doing his best to lay down low
He doesn't seem to realize
He's not the only sorry sucker with a tail of woe

This here's a story 'bout a crime of passion


Everybody knows you?re going down