This was written with the encouragement of a brother (Jehovah’s Witness) who lives in or near Houston and is very much a Texan by birth and raising.
He was picking on where I came from, I was picking on where he came from, sometimes we switched. Partial songs were written.
It was a great deal of fun. This is the only one I have left, though.
This is totally me, but, encouraged by him.
He was picking on where I came from, I was picking on where he came from, sometimes we switched. Partial songs were written.
It was a great deal of fun. This is the only one I have left, though.
This is totally me, but, encouraged by him.
The Texas Song
I like ’em big, dumb and sexist Lord, let him be from Texas
Gotta ride ’em cowboy Get along little dogie
Slap leather til your hide goes raw
Gotta ride ’em cowboy Get along little dogie
Slap leather til your hide goes raw
I like ’em fat, oily, and sassy Yelling yeehah .. ooh so classy
Giddee up giddee up and then get yourself gone
Slap leather til your hide goes raw
Giddee up giddee up and then get yourself gone
Slap leather til your hide goes raw
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