You're in Texas

Come on boys
Alright now
Yeah
If you hear twin fiddles and a cryin' steel guitar
A good ol' country shuffle
Comin' out of every bar
There ain't no question
You know you're in Texas
If a long tall cowboy asks you for a dance
And you two-step the night away
To a honky tonkin' band
Wranglers and Stetsons
You know you're in Texas
Have you heard ol' Bob Wills
Holler through your radio
Rode 35 through Waco on down to San Antone
Have you sipped on sweet tea
With a big 'o plate of cue
Been chicken-fried and pecan pied
And hit that 'ol drive through
For a Whataburger breakfast
You know you're in Texas
Well did you get a little weird in Austin
Catch a Houston rodeo
Steal a hanful of bluebonnets
Walk through the Alamo
If you hear twin fiddles and a cryin' steel guitar
There ain't no doubt about it
You should know right where you are
If you find you're where the best is
You know you're in Texas
The state you don't mess with
You know you're in Texas



Credits
Writer(s): Holly Tucker, Buddy Owens, George Jenee Fleenor
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