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