"Texas Cookin'" lyrics

I'm going down to Austin, Texas
I'm going down to save my soul
Get that barbeque and chili
Get my fill then come back home
I'm gon' take my baby with me
We gon' have a high ol' time
We gon' eat 'til we get silly
It sure do make a beer taste fine

Oh my, mama
Ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, mama
Stop your belly and backbone a-bumpin'
Oh my, mama
Ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, mama
Eat it every day if I could

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 all chicken-friend
Sure do make a man feel happy
To see white gravy on the side

Oh my, mama
Ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, mama
Stop your belly and backbone a-bumpin'
Oh my, mama
Ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, mama
Eat it every day 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 gon' get a big ol' sausage
A big ol' plate of ranch style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We gon' need some brand new jeans

Oh my, mama
Ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, mama
Stop your belly and backbone a-bumpin'
Oh my, mama
Ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, mama
Eat it every day if I could