Texas Underground - Dave Carter, Tracy Grammer

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 prickly pears

This is what he said to me

Welcome to Texas underground

We got a barbecue 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 barbecue 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, wearin' nothin' but a grin

They gave her a vest, and 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 barbecue 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, and gentlemen of the press

Cons and flunkies, slackers, junkies, agents of the IRS

Welcome to Texas underground

We got a barbecue 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

Hey dance with the devil in a stetson hat

Welcome to Texas, y’all