Dave Carter - Texas Underground lyrics

One sunday morning I was sleepin' on the sofa Had me a crazy dream I met the devil in broad daylight Just outta Abilene He took me down a hole where the lost souls go Looked around and what did I see But millionaires and prickly pears This is what he said to me Welcome to Texas underground We got a barbecue all year 'round Smokin' little band with a country sound We like to have a little fun So pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat Gets a might dry, but we like it like that Dance with the lady in the stetson hat Welcome to Texas, son He took me over to hell's rodeo hoppin' in his hobnail boots 109 cow punchers in a line, widowmakers waitin' in the chutes The rodeo clown had a scorpion's tail, appeared in a puff of smoke Armadillo ears and horns like a steer, these are the words he spoke Welcome to Texas underground We got a barbecue all year 'round Red-hot band with a country sound Mister, they're the real mccoy So pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat Gets a might dry, but we like it like that Dance with the lady in the stetson hat Welcome to Texas, boy In a little while they opened up the gate, and who do you think walked in It was the prettiest lady that I ever did see, wearin' nothin' but a grin They gave her a vest, and a red satin dress, matchin' boots and silver spurs She walked by, she looked me in the eye, this is what I said to her: Welcome to Texas underground We got a barbecue all year 'round Funky little band with a country sound Ready for an all-night jam So pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat Gets a might dry, but we like it like that Dance with the feller in the stetson hat Welcome to Texas, ma'am Down come a shipment of used car salesmen smilin' like rattlesnakes Every politician in the whole blame country claimin' there was some mistake Lawyers and thieves and state police, and gentlemen of the press Cons and flunkies, slackers, junkies, agents of the IRS Welcome to Texas underground We got a barbecue all year 'round Plenty of country singers around Bound to have ourselves a ball So pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat Gets a might dry, but we like it like that Dance with the devil in a stetson hat Welcome to Texas, y'all Hey dance with the devil in a stetson hat Welcome to Texas, y'all