Lyrics
Well, hey, hey, Ham
You've got The Troubadour
I'ma 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' finer
Than pushin that needle till it feels like you'e makin' some time
In a longhorn suburban, the Lonestars are truckin' tonight
We come from Austin, we'll drive to Boston
New York to the Frisco Bay
Down to Florabama onto Texarkana, El Paso Tuscon, to LA
Longhorn suburban, the Lonestars are truckin' away
We've seen a lot of sunrises on the highways around us
And we're ain't stranger to that open road
Keep a tape of Dave Dudley singin'
"Coffee, coffee, coffee" screamin' from the speakers of my stereo
Longhorn suburban, the Lonestars are tappin' their toes
Now, we come from Austin, we'll drive 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
Mm, yeah
