GEORGE STRAIT LYRICS - Texas Cookin'

"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 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



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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



[Chorus]



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



[Chorus]