I saw this somewhere:
“You know you’re a New Mexican if you hated the Texans until the Californians moved in.”
(bolding mine)
Maybe you shouldn’t have told that.
From Randy Newman’s song, A Wedding in Cherokee County:
There she is sitting there
Out behind the smoke house in her rocking chair
She don’t do nothin’
She don’t say nothin’
She don’t feel nothin’
She don’t know nothin’
Maybe she’s crazy I don’t know
But maybe that’s why I love her so
