Lyrics
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans and Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses and a mobile phone
I guess I look like some Port Aransas dope dealer that's out on bail just trying to get home
Well I ain't in jail and I got a guitar, got a little band that's hotter than a rocket
Sometimes we're sloppy, we're always loud, tonight we're just ornery and locked in the pocket
So screw you, we're from Texas
So screw you, we're from Texas
So screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas baby, so screw you!
Now I love the USA and the other states they're OK
Texas is the place I wanna be and I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway
' Cause we got Stubbs, Gruene Hall and Antones, and John T's Country Store
We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me and so many more.
So screw you, we're from Texas
So screw you, we're from Texas
So screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, so screw you!
Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation, cause of what happened in Dallas and Waco
Our corporations well they are corrupt and our politicians are swindlers and loco
But when it comes to music my friend, these words are as true as St. John the Revelators
Our Mr. Vaughan was the best there ever was and no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators.
So screw you, we're from Texas
So screw you, we're from Texas
So screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, so screw you!
RWH vocal, acoustic & electric guitars
Gurf Morlix vocal, bass, acoustic rhythm, electric lead
Rick Richards drums
Words & music written by Ray Wylie Hubbard
© 2002 Mt. Kharma Music (ASCAP), administered by Bug Music
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