George Strait Texas Cookin` Lyrics

Texas Cookin` Lyrics

I'm going down to Austin, Texas

Ease on down to San Antone

Get that bar-b-que and chili

Eat my fill and 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



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 steaks chicken fried

Sho' do make a man feel happy

See white gravy on the side



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, yeah



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 get 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



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



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



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