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That's Texas
by Cody Johnson
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My redneck mother sang Redneck Mother
Cooking us kids something to eat
Daddy drank tequila like Pancho Villa
When the Cowboys won or they got beat
That's Texas, oh
That old stone gravel makin' old truck rattle
Like a get your boot bit stepped on snake
Lord, have mercy that gran gets thirsty
Better buy her Resistol or find some shade
That's Texas, that's Texas
That's Texas, home of George Strait the king
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Them two step queens will bring you to your knees
Yeah, buddy God sure blessed 'em
There's fifty states but at the end of the day
There's one that you don't mess with
That's Texas, home of Robert Earl Keen
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Tell 'em about it boys
Where the night gets bright when the stars come on
Where every bar is a honky tonk
That's Texas, home of the CJB
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Come and take it, boys, yeah
My redneck mother sang Redneck Mother
Cooking us kids something to eat
Daddy drank tequila like Pancho Villa
When the Cowboys won or they got beat
That's Texas, oh
That old stone gravel makin' old truck rattle
Like a get your boot bit stepped on snake
Lord, have mercy that gran gets thirsty
Better buy her Resistol or find some shade
That's Texas, that's Texas
That's Texas, home of George Strait the king
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Them two step queens will bring you to your knees
Yeah, buddy God sure blessed 'em
There's fifty states but at the end of the day
There's one that you don't mess with
That's Texas, home of Robert Earl Keen
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Tell 'em about it boys
Where the night gets bright when the stars come on
Where every bar is a honky tonk
That's Texas, home of the CJB
Ain't no such thing as chili with beans
That's Texas, hot as a flat-top griddle
Ain't got a band if you ain't got a fiddle
That's Texas with a capital T
If I can't go to heaven, I've got a plan b
And that's Texas, yeah, that's Texas
Come and take it, boys, yeah
