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 and come back home I'm gonna take my baby with me We gonna have a high ol' time We gonna eat till we get 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 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, yeah 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 jeans 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 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 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