Letras

There once was a boy from West Texas
He’d wake up and have Lone Star br- for breakfast
Da-da, da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da
Duddle, duddle, da-da-da
Juan Pablo in Terlingua
Gets his mushrooms up in Austin
I tell him that I’m on my way
He says, "Well, it won’t be no problem"
Just eat all of what I sell ya
And don’t try and take ‘em home
Them border patrol dogs know
Psilocybin like a bone
Y’all can all go to hell
I’m going to Lajitas
I need to plant my ass
In the Rio Grande
And drink a cold one in Boquillas
The Benitos got a row boat
And he burns the best colitas
Y’all can all go to hell
I’m going to Lajitas
Sandra serves cold tequila
That holds some sacred powers
I like Sandra the most
'Cause she's always serving after hours
And when I go full borracho
And I need a siesta
She takes me to her quarters
And we throw a love fiesta
Well y’all can all go to hell
I am a-going to Lajitas
I’ll be gazing at the Starlight Lounge
Bonitas señoritas
I will spend all of my dinero
On them mezcal margaritas
Y’all can all go to hell
I am a-going to Lajitas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So if you need a great escape
Or something to break free of
Come on down to the desert town
Don’t need to justify my reasons
Ah, there’s nothing quite like midnight
Out here in the Chisos
I should just shut my mouth
I should have just kept it a secret
Yeah, y’all can all go to hell
I’m going to Lajitas
I got an appetite
For lone star light
Tortillas and carnitas
I’ve had enough of Dallas traffic
And the concrete underneath us
So y’all can all go to hell
I’m going to Lajitas
Written by: Erik Dylan, John Baumann
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