I'm goin' down to Austin, Texas,
Ease on down to San Antone.
Get that bar-b-cue and chili,
Eat my fill then come back home.
I'm gonna take my baby with me,
We're gonna have a high ol' time.
We're gonna eat till we get silly,
Sho' do make a beer taste fine.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' somethin'?
Oh my, momma, stop you' 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 armadilla,
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 steaks chicken-fried.
Sho' do make a man feel happy,
See white gravy on the side.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' somethin'?
Oh my, momma, stop you' belly and backbone bumpin'.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could. Yeah.

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 get 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.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' somethin'?
Oh my, momma, stop you' belly and backbone bumpin'.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' somethin'?
Oh my, momma, stop you' belly and backbone bumpin'.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' somethin'?

Oh my, momma, stop you' belly and backbone bumpin'.
Oh my, momma, ain't that Texas cookin' good?
Oh my, momma, eat it everyday if I could