[Verse 1] Well I'm going down to Austin, Texas I'm going down to save my soul Get that barbecue and chilli Eat my fill then come back home I'm going to take my baby with me We going to have a high old time We going to eat till we get silly Should do make a beer taste fine [Chorus] Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cooking something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumping Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cooking good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could alright [Verse 2] 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 chicken fried Should do make a man feel happy To see white gravy on the side [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 going to get a big old sausage A big old plate of ranch style beans I could eat the heart of Texas We are going to need some brand new jeans [Chorus]