text: Lord dont you walk with a little
  Sawin on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
  Coming from the heart and soul
  Born and bred in the ole Lone Star
  Get them honky tonkin blues
  Let them be your saving grace
  If you want to hear some country
  Then youve come to the right place
  You miss Waylon, if it dont make you smile
  Like Willie and George Jones
  You better stick around a while
  You like Merle, Buck and Johnny
  We might just get along
  But if you dont, go slap your mommy
  Cause your momma raised you wrong
  Chorus
  I like gravy on my biscuit, I like my chicken fried
  I drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride
  Well I still solute ole Glory and I give glory to the lord
  I tip my hat to ole E.T. and his Texas Troubadours
  Chorus