Текст песни GEORGE STRAIT - Texas Cookin'
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Текст песни GEORGE STRAIT - Texas Cookin'
I'm going down to Austin, TexasEase on down to San AntoneGet that bar-b-que and chiliEat my fill then come back homeI'm gonna take my baby with meWe gonna have a high ol' timeWe gonna eat till we got silly( )Sho' do make a beer taste fine[Chorus:]Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' somethingOh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' goodOh my, momma eat it everyday if I couldWell, I know a man that cooks armadilloTastes so sweet he calls it pieI know a woman that makes pan dulceTastes so good it gets you highGet them enchiladas greasyGet them steaks chicken friedSho' do make a man feel happySee white gravy on the side[Chorus]Well, I know a place that's got fried okraBeat anything I ever sawI know a man that cooks cabritoIt must be against the lawWe gonna get a big ol' sausageBig ol' plate of ranch-style beansI could eat the heart of TexasWe gonna need some brand new jean[Chorus]