Bill Anderson Bubba Garcia S Lyrics

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