Being Texans
You see the thing about us is
There's a common misconception
We're all "howdy do"
Glued to boots
Havin' shotgun weddins
A hillybily buncha brutes
Friday nights are meant for wrestlin'
If that's what you heard, partner
You got the wrong message
When ya'll are takin pills
for the pain as you get older
We're polishing our pistols
Countin' ammo in our holster
It's just another day
We call it going soldier
Some might say we're reckless
Like we're wearing a noose
Around our neck with a death wish
We call it putting on our shoes
While we beat the sun up before breakfast
And you gotta admit, that's impressive
We don't think of it that much
We just call it being Texans
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2012
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