We’re From Texas

We don’t pump the brakes, we floor it twice,

Raised on heat, mesquite, and Friday night lights.

We shake hands firm, tip our hats slow,

And say “yes ma’am” ‘cause Mama said so.

Our boots got dirt from five generations,

And our pride runs deep like oil foundations.

We’re from Texas — we don’t flinch,

Got Lone Star blood and a long-range itch.

From the panhandle down to the Gulf Coast breeze,

We ride with grit and we talk with ease.

Barbecue smoke in our Sunday shirts,

We work like hell ‘til our knuckles hurt.

Big sky hearts and wide-set stances —

We’re from Texas.

And we don’t do second chances.

We fly our flag, and it flies alone,

Don’t need a crowd to hold our own.

We dance in dust and drink it straight,

Our small towns built this Lone Star state.

Got fire in our drawl, stories in our scars,

And a truck that’ll outlive most cars.

We’re from Texas — built to last,

Where slow burns deep and legends pass.

From bluebonnet fields to the Rio banks,

We give our word — we don’t need thanks.

We wear our roots like a stitched-up brand,

You’ll know where we’re from by where we stand.

If you don’t know yet, here’s your chances —

We’re from Texas.

We don’t do circumstances.

We’ve been called stubborn.

We’ve been called proud.

We call it home... and we say it loud.

We’re from Texas — bold and free,

Where the stars shine big and we let ‘em be.

With boots on the ground and faith in hand,

We ain’t just part of it — we are this land.

So raise that glass, and make it strong...

We’re from Texas.

And that’s where we belong.

We’re from Texas...

Yeah, we’re from Texas...