Boots, Coffee, and Cantina
Well, grab your boots and grab your hat,
Gavin's in town, imagine that!
Mommy Mavis is ridin' along,
Two crazy hearts in a country song! (yee-haw!)
Gavin woke up at half past eight,
Mommy Mavis said, "Boy,
don't be late!" Got his jeans and his cowboy boots,
Headed down the road to chase some roots.
Mommy Mavis got her coffee cup,
Turned that country radio up,
Gavin's singing way off-key,
The craziest duo you'll ever see!
(sing it boy!)
Ohhh, Gavin and Mommy Mavis!
Ridin' down the road like they own the place!
Yeehaw, baby, let the good times roll,
Country music running through their soul!
Pulled right up to the diner door,
Spilled sweet tea across the floor,
Gavin tried to tip his hat,
Tripped on a sleeping hound dog flat.
Mavis laughed till her mascara ran,
Said, "Lord have mercy,
that's my man!"
Ordered biscuits and a side of ham,
Didn't give a single flying darn! (hahaha)
Ohhh, Gavin and Mommy Mavis!
Ridin' down the road like they own the place!
Yeehaw, baby, let the good times roll,
Country music running through their soul!
Two peas in a rusted pickup truck,
Running on fumes and a whole lot of luck!
(let 'er rip, boys!)
Ohhh, Gavin and Mommy Mavis!
Ridin' down the road like they own the place!
Yeehaw, baby, let the good times roll,
Country music running through their soul!
(through their soul!) (yee-haw!)
Just Gavin and his mama,
Raising up a little good-time drama!
(that's how we do it!)