Man, I like your band, tell me,
You ought to go on the road
We're gonna do some gigs with leon,
Pack your bags and be on your toes
So that's how we spent the summer,
Speakin' out and freakin' out people
And then we laughed when they said
You can tell that man's from texas
You can smell the **** on his boots
Frisco was alright
New york made me want to go home
Now it's a lovely place to visit
But somehow I could never belong
They popped us at the peace bridge
Coming back from montreal
And did you hear what they said?
You can tell that man's from texas
You can smell the **** on his boots
Man, I like your band, tell me,
You ought to go on the road
Yeah we can do some gigs with leon,
Pack your bags and be on your toes
So that's how we spent the summer,
Speakin' out and freakin' out people
And then we laughed when they said
You can tell that man's from texas
You can smell the **** on his boots (x3)