My wife and I went to New Jersey in the early 80’s. We got some pretty crazy questions about Texas from those folks. Their view of Texas had come from the television show “Dallas”.

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Where I’m From
Now I’m just an ol country boy. Never been to exotic places like, Illinois. Found myself on a plane headed out of state. Now I don’t know, and I can’t say why, I just really never liked to fly. But flying to New Jersey was my fate
When we got off the plane that day, Some Jersey boys came up to say. Wanted to hear about Texas all their lives Now they wanted to hear about our land, and they wanted to hear about our women. But they didn’t want me talking to their wives
Does it hurt your fist when you punch a cow? Is a 100 miles an hour really allowed? Is Barbeque all you’re ever fed? Are all the breast in Dallas fake? Can you finish 72 oz steak. The boys sat back to hear what I said
You ought to see our stars at night. The Texas sky is a beautiful sight, not to mention our sunsets in the west. No doubt we got the most beautiful women, And Shiner Bock beer boys that’s living. No debate Texas life is the best.
Our music just gives me chills. From Guy Clark to old Bob Wills. Nothings finer than our enchiladas and steaks. Now if freedom’s what you want to fell, well just take to the highway in your automobile. And let me tell you nothing bout Dallas women’s fake
But does it hurt your fist when you punch a cow? Is a 100 miles an hour really allowed? Is Barbeque all you’re ever fed? Are all the breast in Dallas fake? Can you finish 72 oz steak. The boys sat back to hear what I said
Now Folks back home they drive pickup trucks. Owning an oil well that's just good luck. All the cowboys wear boots and spurs. We just love our Friday night lights, and take a man’s hat well that’s cause for a fight, and tumbleweeds there just big grass burrs
There’s a bar in every little town. Folks in Happy don’t wear a frown. We don’t miss church less to hunt or fish. We’re real proud of our Texas drawl. We’re pretty sure God don’t talk like ya’ll. Yes, living in Texas is the country’s wish
So, no it don’t hurt your fist when you punch a cow. Yes, a 100 miles per hour is really allowed. And barbeque is all we’re fed, until the age of 3. Most of the breast in Dallas are fake, and I can finish a 72-ounce steak. The boys set back cause THAT’S WHAT I SAID