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(Chorus) Lord don't 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 you've come to the right place You miss Waylon, if it don't 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 don't, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania