Lyrics
Rusted belt buckles and faded blue jeans..These Texas Women they’re the best that I’ve seen..But there ain’t nothing like the yellow rose of San Antone I’m still proud as hell of that ol Alamo..Mockingbirds singing up early at dawn bluebonnets blooming down some back country Road from that red river to the Gulf of Mexico this place they call the Lonestar is the place I call home..
Chorus
We still believe in the US of A.. Raise Hell all night and we work hard all day..Ice chest full of Lonestar in the bed of my truck..I’m onry as hell and I’m Texas as Fuck..
Verse
Amarillo by morning West Texas sunrise the stars shine like diamonds in El Paso at night..Way down in Houston there’s a big rodeo where the cowboys and the cowgirls sing cotton eye Joe..Waylon and Willie they loved Texas swing..George strait is bad ass but Bob Wills is the king..So Play those twin fiddles and that ol steel guitar play me real country music that still comes from the heart..
Repeat Chorus
Got an ice chest full of Lonestar in the bed of my truck..I’m onry as hell and I’m Texas As Fuck
Written by: Creed Fisher
