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
(Chorus:) 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
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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
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