texas cookin'

i'm going down to austin

texas

ease on down to san antone

get that bar-b-que and chili

eat my fill then come back home

i'm gonna take my baby with me

we gonna have a high ol' time

we gonna eat till we got silly

sho' do make a beer taste fine

oh my

momma ain't that texas cookin' something

oh my

momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'

oh my

momma ain't that texas cookin' good

oh my

momma eat it everyday if i could

well

i know a man that cooks armadillo

tastes so sweet he calls it pie

i know a woman that makes pan dulce

tastes so good it gets you high

get them enchiladas greasy

get them steaks chicken fried

sho' do make a man feel happy

see white gravy on the side

well

i know a place that's got fried okra

beat anything i ever saw

i know a man that cooks cabrito

it must be against the law

we gonna get a big ol' sausage

big ol' plate of ranch-style beans

i could eat the heart of texas

we gonna need some brand new jean