If you go down south and you're looking for a real good time
There's a country called Texas, across the Oklahoma line
They got big dance-halls and hole-in-the-walls, where everybody goes to dance
To a rompin'-stompin', chicken-pickin', shuckin-jivin'
Boogie-woogie, Rockin'-country, guitar band!

They've got dance halls bigger than the city of Bangor, Maine
And the cowgirls' legs are longer than a subway train
They like to rock 'n' roll and cotton-eyed-joe and two step hand-in-hand
To a rompin'-stompin', chicken-pickin', shuckin-jivin'
Boogie-woogie, Rockin'-country, guitar band!

It all starts out, as a party, when the sun goes down
And the party don't stop 'till Sunday morning rolls around
They'll be swinging from the rafters, jumping over tables
And doing their own kind of dance
To a rompin'-stompin', chicken-pickin', shuckin-jivin'
Boogie-woogie, Rockin'-country, guitar band!

A rompin'-stompin', chicken-pickin', shuckin-jivin'
Boogie-woogie, rockin'-country, guitar band
Rockin'-country, guitar band!