"Bubba Garcia's" lyrics - BILL ANDERSON

It was a pretty little Georgia beach
His daddy was from
Born to a red neck Mexican family
Raised on a beach where they told her

He grew up in an open-day restaurant bar
Servin up crisps and tortillas
Welcome to Bubba Garcia's

I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Corn bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita stand

A catfish fighter
A cold paps blue river
Well run you 5 bucks and a quarter

Try the Sangria, a shot of tequila
But dont try your luck with the water
Weve got free fried green tomatoes
Take time and come down to see us
These are still good at Bubba Garcia's

I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Corn bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita stand

Weve got a NASCAR race on TV
Bull fight,there on the other
If you come you can meet Bubbas mother

I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Corn bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita stand

At Bubba Garcia's
Barbecue bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita stand