Lyrics Longhorn Suburban - Dale Watson

Longhorn Suburban

Well, Hey, Hey, Hey, You’ve got the troubador
Imma hammer down, I’ve got your front door
Count on me to spot that smokin gun
In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are making a run
Now we will keep a copy on the ol' one-niner, when ya own a double-nickle,
there aint nothin' than pushin that needle till it feels like youre makin some
time.
In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are truckin tonight
We come from Austin, We’ll go to Boston
New York to the Frisco Bay
Down to Florabama onto Texarkana, El Paso, Tuscon, To LA
In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are truckin away
We’ve seen a lot of Sun rises on the highway around us
and we’re no stranger to that open road
Keep a Tape of David Duddly singin
«Coffee, Coffee, Coffee» screamin from the speakers of my stereo
In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are tappin their toes
We come from Austin, We’ll go to Boston
New York to the Frisco Bay
Down to Florabama onto Texarkana, El Paso, Tuscon, To LA
In a Longhorn Suburban, The lonestars are truckin away
(Here it comes)
(Look out)