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:

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 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:

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...