Texas Cookin' (Clark Guy)

Well I'm going down to Austin, Texas I'm going down to save my soul Get that barbeque 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 alright 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 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 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 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 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 alright