Brother, pull up a chair. If you want you can sit
right there
Pour a drink, and listen all night long
Shut your eyes and give it half a chance
You’ll think you’re in Paris, France
Instead of Paris, Texas all along

The people come from miles around
Just to hear us play that gypsy sound
It’s swing played on fiddle and guitar
Me, oh my, how the hours fly
When you play guitar like that Django guy

Texas Gypsies, Texas Gypsies
We wander all around the Lone Star State
Texas Gypsies, Texas Gypsies
We’re so glad you’ve come to see us when we play

Sister, it don’t mean a thing unless it’s got that
Minor Swing
Each note we play is gonna make you smile
So sit right down and shut your bouche
And listen up to that Jazz Manouche
As we play that gypsy music Texas-style