Longhorn Suburban - Dale Watson

Well, Hey, Hey, Hey, You’ve got the troubador

Imma hammer down, I’ve got your front door

Count on me to spot that smokin gun

In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are making a run

Now we will keep a copy on the ol' one-niner, when ya own a double-nickle,

there aint nothin' than pushin that needle till it feels like youre makin some

time.

In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are truckin tonight

We come from Austin, We’ll go to Boston

New York to the Frisco Bay

Down to Florabama onto Texarkana, El Paso, Tuscon, To LA

In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are truckin away

We’ve seen a lot of Sun rises on the highway around us

and we’re no stranger to that open road

Keep a Tape of David Duddly singin

«Coffee, Coffee, Coffee» screamin from the speakers of my stereo

In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are tappin their toes

We come from Austin, We’ll go to Boston

New York to the Frisco Bay

Down to Florabama onto Texarkana, El Paso, Tuscon, To LA

In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are truckin away

(Here it comes)

(Look out)