I'm going down to Austin, Texas
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Ease on down to San Antone
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Get that bar-b-que and chili
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Eat my fill then come back home
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I'm gonna take my baby with me
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We gonna have a high ol' time
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We gonna eat till we got silly
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Sho' do make a beer taste fine
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Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
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Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
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Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
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Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could
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Well, I know a man that cooks armadillo
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Tastes so sweet he calls it pie
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I know a woman that makes pan dulce
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Tastes so good it gets you high
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Get them enchiladas greasy
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Get them steaks chicken fried
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Sho' do make a man feel happy
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See white gravy on the side
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[Chorus]
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Well, I know a place that's got fried okra
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Beat anything I ever saw
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I know a man that cooks cabrito
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It must be against the law
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We gonna get a big ol' sausage
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Big ol' plate of ranch-style beans
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I could eat the heart of Texas
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We gonna need some brand new jean
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[Chorus]
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Texas Cookin'
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| George Strait |
