Lyrics:
Christmas and we sure mean business
No egg nog by the fire we've got tequila ya'll
It's a Texas Christmas and we sure mean business
ATX ya'll! we're wishing
you look by the fire when I'm feeling alright
(It was only ever you!)
(I went to Kansas Texas Arkansas)
The way you look by my side in the middle
faces but none of 'em mirror me
show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
walked by a bitch who think she's God
many faces but none of 'em mirror me
Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think
your blues
Now, just by dancin' away your blues
So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze
And come dance like the dickens to the West Texas
hit from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low by the
Time that one was through
She was in Korea, Vietnam
She went
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
love of a South Texas girl
The three in the front seat, they sat on each side
That green and white '58 Fairlane
It would drive down farm roads past
got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
On a Jesus songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that
nobody's fool,
She plays by the rules,
Ah, she loves me too
She's a lady
Yea, I found a woman in Texas, who's now such a part of my life
Yea, I
Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
Cause' once you're down in Texas,Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then i
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
never forget the day
Santa's sleigh has been shot down
By the USA
Texas Police had got a call
Thinking that there was a spy
But came to realize
There was
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,
Diamonds on my grill diamonds on my chain
Looking good every time I'm gripping grain
Pulling up let the trunk bang
Texas muthafucka yeah that's what
in the morning she said me too
She got red on the bottom good head on top
I say whats up and she said boy gone head stop
Flossing roll up the dank
in the game that Wu Tang with that Texas slang
That Grandmas cooking red beans but on that Beaumont flame
That just mean I'm from Texas but keep
Willie J Laws here, ladies and gentlemen
Sixth generation Texan
With a message
I ain't feelin' Texas
Not right now, no way
I ain't goin' back
fly
Feeling lost, wonder why
Praising God, getting by
I'm a Texas motherfucker trying to make it
I'm a Texas motherfucker trying to make it
I'm a Texas
I can see her on that sliver sand
Dancing to the local band
With the big red sun sinking down
She's the show attracting the crowd
Hey
Well, I fell
and "hope you take care of yourself"
She left her ring by the wine glass
And not much of anything else
No red dress to come back and get
No, "I'll call
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