Lyrics George Strait – 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

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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

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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

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