I'm Going Down To Austin, Texas
Ease On Down To San Antone
Get That Bar-b-que 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

Chorus:
Oh My, Momma Ain't That Texas Cookin' Something
Oh My, Momma Stop Yo' Belly And Backbone Bumpin'
Oh My, Momma Ain't That Texas Cookin' Good
Oh My, Momma Eat It Everyday If I Could

Well, I Know A Man That Cooks Armadillo
Tastes So Sweet He Calls It Pie
I Know A Woman That Makes Pan Dulce
Tastes So Good It Gets You High

Get Them Enchiladas Greasy
Get Them Chicken Steaks Fried
Sho' Do Make A Man Feel Happy
See Whie Gravy On The Side

Chorus

Well, I Know A Place That's Got Fried Okra
Beat Anything I Ever Saw
I Know A Man That Cooks Cabrito
It Must Be Against The Law

We Gonna Need A Big Ol' Sausage
Big Ol' Plate Of Ranch-style Beans
I Could Eat The Heart Of Texas
We Gonna Need Some Brand New Jeans

Chorus