Bill Anderson - Bubba Garcia's lyrics

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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

We’ll run you 5 bucks and a quarter

Try the Sangria, a shot of tequila

But don’t try your luck with the water

We’ve 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

We’ve got a NASCAR race on TV

Bull fight,there on the other

If you come you can meet Bubba’s 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