Letra de Texas Cookin'

Well I'm goin' down to Austin Texas I'm goin' down to save my soul Get that barbeque at chily eat my fill 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 shure do make a beer taste fine Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin' somethin' Oh mama it'll stop your belly and back bone bumpin' Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh mama eat everyday if I could Well 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 Sure do make a man feel happy to see white gravy on the side Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin'... Well I know a place that got fried okra beat anythin' 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 Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin'... Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin'... Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin'... Oh mama ain't that Texas cookin'...