texas cookin'

Lyrics

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,