Bubba Garcia's Song Lyrics
Bubba Garcia's by 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 Garcias
I think Im on fire
At Bubba Garcias
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 Garcias
I think Im on fire
At Bubba Garcias
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 Im on fire
At Bubba Garcias
Corn bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita stand
At Bubba Garcias
Barbecue bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita stand