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