
Back To Texas Post Malone
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[Verse 1]
Sang some songs in Nashville, and LA was LA
Ran up that Prevost gas bill, made friends with TSA
Hell, I've been everywhere, man, and I 'bout had enough
The more I live the more I get sick and tired of
[Chorus]
All hat, no cattle, all belt, no buckle
All snake, no rattle, all honey, no suckle
And I'ma take every last dime stuffed under this mattress
And make a Lone Star B Line take my ass back to Texas
[Verse 2]
Ran outta luck in Vegas and broke down in Mobile
Ain't found nowhere like Dallas, yeah, and I doubt I ever will
[Chorus]
It's all hat, no cattle, all belt, no buckle
All snake, no rattle, all honey, no suckle
And I'ma take every last dime stuffed under this mattress
And make a Lone Star B Line take my ass back to Texas
Take 'em home
[Fiddle Solo]
[Chorus]
All hat, no cattle, all belt, no buckle
All snake, no rattle, all buttin', no scuttle
And I'ma take every last dime stuffed under this mattress
And make a Lone Star B Line take my ass back to Texas
I ain't a-wastin' me no time, take my ass back to Texas
Home
Sang some songs in Nashville, and LA was LA
Ran up that Prevost gas bill, made friends with TSA
Hell, I've been everywhere, man, and I 'bout had enough
The more I live the more I get sick and tired of
[Chorus]
All hat, no cattle, all belt, no buckle
All snake, no rattle, all honey, no suckle
And I'ma take every last dime stuffed under this mattress
And make a Lone Star B Line take my ass back to Texas
[Verse 2]
Ran outta luck in Vegas and broke down in Mobile
Ain't found nowhere like Dallas, yeah, and I doubt I ever will
[Chorus]
It's all hat, no cattle, all belt, no buckle
All snake, no rattle, all honey, no suckle
And I'ma take every last dime stuffed under this mattress
And make a Lone Star B Line take my ass back to Texas
Take 'em home
[Fiddle Solo]
[Chorus]
All hat, no cattle, all belt, no buckle
All snake, no rattle, all buttin', no scuttle
And I'ma take every last dime stuffed under this mattress
And make a Lone Star B Line take my ass back to Texas
I ain't a-wastin' me no time, take my ass back to Texas
Home
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