I'm going down to Austin, Texas Ease on down to San Antone Get that bar-b-que 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 till we get silly Sho' do make a beer taste fine. Chorus: Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma stop yo' 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 armadillo 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 chicken steaks fried Sho' do make a man feel happy See whie gravy on the side. Chorus: Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma stop yo' 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 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 need 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. Chorus: Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could...