Texas Underground Songtext
von Dave Carter

One Sunday morning, I was sleeping 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
It's a night to riot, 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
A hundred and nine cowpunchers 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
It's a night to riot, 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
It's a night to riot, 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
It′s a night to riot, 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