Текст песни Texas Cookin' (Live) - Guy Clark

Well, I'm going down to Austin, Texas
I'm going down to save my soul
Get that barbeque 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 'til we get silly
Sure do make a beer taste fine

Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' something?
Oh my, momma, it'll stop yoor belly and backbone from bumpin'
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could, alright

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
Sure do make a man feel happy
To see white gravy on the side

Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' something?
Oh my, momma, it'll stop your belly and backbone from bumpin'
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could, alright

I know a place that got fried okra
Beat anything that I ever saw
I know a man that cook cabrito
It must be against the law

We gonna get a big ol' sausage
A big ol' plate of ranch style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We gonna need some brand new jeans

Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' something?
Oh my, momma, it'll stop your belly and backbone from bumpin'
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could, said

Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' something?
Oh my, momma, it'll stop your belly and backbone from bumpin'
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could, alright

Thank you all
Thanks a lot, thanks for comin' out
Good night