Don't California My Texas - Creed Fisher

Don’t California my Texas

Don’t bring that stuff over here

We can sit and drink, don’t have to know what you think

We can crack an ol' ice cold beer

I’m just trying to warn ya

Someone here’ll kick your ass

From all these gringos and Mexicans

Don’t California my Texas

I’ve been here 'bout forty-six years

Granddaddy long before that

It’s easy to tell it’s all going to hell

Just like granddaddy said

Dazed and confused, don’t know which bathroom to use

These Californians, man, they’re a trip

With their electric cars that won’t drive very far

If you ask me, they don’t know shit

Don’t California my Texas

Don’t bring that stuff over here

We can sit and drink, don’t have to know what you think

We can crack an ol' ice cold beer

I’m just trying to warn ya

Someone here’ll kick your ass

And it might be for breakfast

Don’t California my Texas

We love America here, drink whiskey and beer

Fly that Lonestar flag

Love to shoot our guns, love to play in the mud

Jamming out to old Merle Hagg

At the end of the day we don’t care if you’re gay

To be honest, I don’t give a damn

As long as you mind your own and you don’t bitch and moan

'Bout all the things that you don’t have

Don’t California my Texas

Don’t bring that stuff over here

We can sit and drink, don’t have to know what you think

We can crack an ol' ice cold beer

I’m just trying to warn ya

Someone here’ll kick your ass

From all these gringos and Mexicans

Don’t California my Texas

It might be for breakfast

Buy a Ford, not a Lexus

From all these gringos and Mexicans

Don’t California my Texas

Don’t New York it either