Screw You, We’re From Texas Ray Wylie Hubbard

[Verse 1]
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans, and Hawaiian shirt
Mirrored sunglasses and mobile phone
I guess I look like some Port Aransas dope dealer
That's out on bail, just tryin' to get home
But I ain't in jail and I got me a guitar
Got a little band that's hotter than a rocket
Sometimes we're sloppy, we're always loud
Tonight we're just ornery and locked in the pocket

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Now I love the USA
And the other states, ah, they're okay
Texas is the place I wanna be
And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway
'Cause we got Stubbs, and Gruene Hall and Antone's
And John T's Country Store
We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl
Pat, Cory, Charlie, and me, and so many more