God had a piece of heaven left over
So he placed it in the palm of his hand
Put a Lonestar up above it

And set it down beside the Rio Grande

He made the horns on the steer a little longer

Put thorns on the black chaparel
Made the tumbleweeds to roll set the wind to make 'em blow
And chase the diamond backs along the trail


He put the Cottoneye Joe in the fiddle
Twisted mesquite for BBQ

Made the yellow roses grow
From San Antone to the Alamo
And 1100 springs for the brew


Now God said there's just one thing missing
And in time it will come along

This land needs it's own kind of music
So he willed a man named Bob to bring the song


He put the Cottoneye Joe in the fiddle
Twisted mesquite for BBQ
Made the yellow roses grow

From San Antone to the Alamo
And 1100 springs for the brew
And 1100 springs for the brew