Texas Cookin' - George Strait

I’m going down to Austin, Texas

I’m going down to save my soul

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 get silly

Sho’do make a beer taste fine

Oh my, momma ain’t that Texas Cookin’something

Oh my, momma it’ll stop yo’belly and backbone bumpin'

Oh my, momma ain’t that Texas Cookin’good

Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

I know a man that cook armadillo

tastes so sweet he calls it pie

I know a woman 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

to see white gravy on the side

I know a place that got fried okra

beat anything I ever saw

I know a man that cook cabrito

it must be against the law

We gonna get a big ol’sausage

a big ol’plate of ranch style beans

I could eat the heart of Texas

we gonna need some brand new jeans