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Texas Underground Lyrics

one sunday morning i was sleepin on the sofa
had me a crazy dream
i met the devil in broad daylight
just outta abilene
he took me down a hole where the lost souls go
looked around and what did i see
but millionaires and p****ly pears
this is what he said to me
welcome to texas underground
we got a barbeque all year ‘round
smokin little band with a country sound
we like to have a little fun

so pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat
gets a might dry, but we like it like that
dance with the lady in the stetson hat
welcome to texas, son

he took me over to hell’s rodeo hoppin in his hobnail boots
109 cow punchers in a line, widowmakers waitin in the chutes
the rodeo clown had a scorpion’s tail, appeared in a puff of smoke
armadillo ears and horns like a steer, these are the words he spoke

welcome to texas underground
we got a barbeque all year ‘round
red-hot band with a country sound
mister, they’re the real mccoy
so pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat
gets a might dry, but we like it like that
dance with the lady in the stetson hat
welcome to texas, boy
in a little while they opened up the gate, and who do you think walked in
it was the prettiest lady that i ever did see, whearin nothin but a grin
they gave her a vest, a red satin dress, matchin boots and silver spurs
she walked by, she looked me in the eye, this is what i said to her:

welcome to texas underground
we got a barbeque all year ‘round
funky little band with a country sound
ready for an all-night jam
so pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat
gets a might dry, but we like it like that
dance with the feller in the stetson hat
welcome to texas, ma’am

down come a shipment of used car salesmen smilin like rattlesnakes
every politician in the whole blame country claimin there was some mistake
lawyers and thieves and state police, gentlement of the press
cons and flunkies, slackers, junkies, agents of the irs

welcome to texas underground
we got a barbeque all year ‘round
plenty of country singers around
bound to have ourselves a ball

so pull up a chair, you can chew on the fat
gets a might dry, but we like it like that
dance with the devil in a stetson hat
welcome to texas, y’all
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