God had a piece of heaven left over
So he placed it in the palm of his hand
Put a Lonestar up above it
And set it down beside the Rio Grande

He made the horns on the steer a little longer
Put thorns on the black chaparel
Made the tumbleweeds to roll set the wind to make 'em blow
And chase the diamond backs along the trail

He put the Cottoneye Joe in the fiddle
Twisted mesquite for BBQ
Made the yellow roses grow
From San Antone to the Alamo
And 1100 springs for the brew

Now God said there's just one thing missing
And in time it will come along
This land needs it's own kind of music
So he willed a man named Bob to bring the song

He put the Cottoneye Joe in the fiddle
Twisted mesquite for BBQ
Made the yellow roses grow
From San Antone to the Alamo
And 1100 springs for the brew
And 1100 springs for the brew