Ray Wylie Hubbard Screw You, We're From Texas
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 who’s out on bail
Just trying to get home
But I ain’t in jail, and I got me a guitar and I got a little band that
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
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
We’re from Texas, baby, so screw you
Now I love the US and the other states, ahh they’re ok.
Texas is the place I want to be and I don’t care if I ever go to Delaware
anyway
Cuz we got studs and Green Hall and Antones and John T’s Country Store
We got Willie and Jackie and Jack, Robert Earle, Pat Core, Charlie and me
and so many more
So screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
We’re from Texas, baby, so screw you
Sing it with me
So screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
We’re from Texas, so screw you
Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation because of what happened in Dallas
and Waco
And our corporations they are corrupt, and the politicians are swindlers
and loco
But when it comes to music my friend I believe these words are as true as
St. John the Revelator’s
Our Mr. Vaughan was the best that there ever was and no band was cooler
than the 13th Floor Elevators
So screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
We’re from Texas, screw you
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
We’re from Texas, screw you
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
Screw you, we’re from Texas
We’re from Texas, screw you
We’re from Texas, screw you
