To all the other states out there
We'd like for you to know
We're sons of Texans, born and bread,
No matter where we go.
We're sons of Texans, born and bread
No matter where we go.
Now Texas boys have a fondness for
Drink-in beer and shoot-in ah gun
And hunt-in isn't done for sport
It's always done for fun.
Hunt-in isn't done for sport
It's always done for fun
We might make time for the roadhouse
And dancing with the ladies
But Sunday morning Church
Is our toll-road outta Hades
We might make time for the roadhouse
But we gotta stay outta Hades
We're sons of Texans, Yes-sir-re,
And we're proud as punch to be
Just ask our Mamas what they think
And they'll say the same as we.
Ask our Mamas what they think
And they'll say the same as we.
That's just the way it is for us
Ain't no use being coy
You can take the boy out of Texas
But you can't take Texas outta the boy.
You can take the boy out of Texas
But you can't take Texas outta the boy.
JE Falcon
12-25-2020
Submitted: December 25, 2020
© Copyright 2021 JE Falcon aka JEF. All rights reserved.
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