Paul Heaton God Bless Texas
Good old Texas
Lazy old days in the Amarillo haze in my work vest
Sat out on the porch
Wonderin' which country to torch next
Where the only real trace of a brown or black face is in a bird's nest
Where bears are for shootin', the world's fit for lootin' on protest
And for every time saw idling by the bank
There's a gas pipe facing me and a sewage tank
For every Rio Grande rolling south
There's another Thames a forthin' off at the mouth
So when saw and saucepans fallin' from the trees
Maple syrup's weighing down the bees
Tabasco bleeds from every hand squeezed
Let the Lone Stars State get down on hands and knees
Gold Old Texas, set doin' nothin' while the world's up coughing asbestos
Just a colt 45 and a Jim Bowie knife to protect us
God Bless Texas, ask any people would if the Mississippi flood will affect us
Now that old Jim Crow not usually joing the Lexus
And when vinegar lines the river banks of rust
Salt and pepper line your lousy dust
Sugar lines your inside to a crust
And your livin' life in peace but only just
So when saw and saucepans fallin' from the trees
Maple syrup's weighing down the bees
Tabasco bleeds from every hand squeezed
Let the Lone Stars State get down on hands and knees
And as the burger man drives the buffalo from the plain
The cowboy feels so stuffed that he doesn't complain
Peanut butter's coursin' through his veins
And chilli stings his skin every time it rains
And it's brown sauce seepin' from the bowel
Mayonnaise comes leakin' from the cow
Mustard from a nipple of the sow
And they're singin' God Bless Texas but God knows how
And they're singin' God Bless Texas God knows how
They're singin' God Bless Texas God knows how
They're singin' God Bless Texas God knows how
They're singin' God Bless Texas God knows how
And they're singin' God Bless Texas God knows how
Singin' God Bless Texas God knows how x 5
