[Verse 1]
Well I'm going down to Austin, Texas
I'm going down to save my soul
Get that barbecue and chilli
Eat my fill then come back home
I'm going to take my baby with me
We going to have a high old time
We going to eat till we get silly
Should do make a beer taste fine

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Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cooking something
Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumping
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cooking good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could alright

[Verse 2]
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
Should do make a man feel happy
To see white gravy on the side
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[Verse 3]
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 going to get a big old sausage
A big old plate of ranch style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We are going to need some brand new jeans

[Chorus]