Down In Texas (Russell Calvin)

It's the land of soul Rock and Roll The home of the blues Pure country too It's the hallowed ground All around It's full of black hippies Rednecks and Mexes Most of my friends stay Way way down in Texas In the land of musical delight Funky days and starry nights Way down in the central south That's still the land of Hush Yo Mouth Brothers and the sisters too They get down and boogaloo The place is still way back to see like the end of the nineteenth century Rock and Roll The home of the blues Pure country too It's the hallowed ground All around It's full of black hippies Rednecks and Mexes Most of my friends stay Down in Texas We cannot afford no more Of America´s so-called drug-war Don´t you think it´s mighty queer How they push cigarettes and beer Afraid of herbs afraid of cid His ego loves to hate his Id It´s too complex to catalog I saw Onward Thru The Fog Way way down Down in Texas