Song Sample
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
There’s a new kind of stranger ridin’ into town...
H-1B in his pocket, puttin’ real Texans down.
Five hundred fifty thousand strong from across the sea,
Call centers hummin’ where the oil rigs used to be.
They bought up the farmland, keep the cattle from the plate,
Say the holy cow’s sacred, but the price of steak ain’t great.
Tallest Hindu statue standin’ proud in the Texas sun,
While the puja smoke rises and the rivers start to run…
With flowers, trash, and offerings floatin’ where the largemouth used to bite,
Lord, it don’t look like home no more, it just don’t feel right.
[Chorus]
Don’t Sharia my Texas!
Don’t Puja-fi my State!
We don’t want to become New Delhi
Or turn into a Caliphate!
Keep your call to prayer at five a.m.,
We got church bells and Friday night lights, my friend.
This is God, guns, and barbecue land,
Don’t Sharia my Texas, man!
[Verse 2]
Now the mosques keep risin’, three hundred thirty-one,
Tax dollars flowin’—thirteen million, son.
They bought the old Baptist church on the edge of town,
Turned the steeple to a minaret, turned the cross upside down.
They want their own neighborhoods, no dogs and no girls allowed,
While Christian kids in school can’t pray but the Koran’s read out loud.
Truck wrecks on the highway with names we can’t pronounce,
Infinity fraud stealin’ while the politicians hide their mouths.
[Chorus]
Don’t Sharia my Texas!
Don’t Puja-fi my State!
We don’t want to become New Delhi
Or turn into a Caliphate!
We like our women free and our beer ice cold,
Our kids sayin’ the Pledge like the good Lord told.
This is Alamo country, remember the fight,
Don’t Sharia my Texas tonight!
[Bridge]
(half-spoken, building with fiddle and drums)
I ain’t hatin’ on a hard-workin’ man who comes here legal and right,
But when the culture’s gettin’ replaced in the middle of the night…
When the rivers run dirty and the churches get bought,
When the jobs go to visas and the values get lost…
This is still Texas, boys, and we remember who we are,
Stars and bars on the flag, not a crescent with a star!
[Verse 3]
So I grabbed my guitar and I stood on the county line,
Sang this song for the cowboys and the working men this time.
We love this red dirt, these wide-open skies,
We’ll fight for our freedoms before the last Lone Star dies.
From the Panhandle down to the Rio Grande,
We built this state with our blood, sweat, and hands.
Ain’t gonna watch it slip away without raisin’ up a cry,
Tell the politicians and the newcomers…
This is still our sky!
[Final Chorus – louder, with gang vocals]
Don’t Sharia my Texas!
Don’t Puja-fi my State!
We don’t want to become New Delhi
Or turn into a Caliphate!
Keep your foreign laws on the other side of the sea,
This is still the home of the brave and the free!
God bless Texas, from the Gulf to the Plains,
Don’t Sharia my Texas…
[Outro]
(fading fiddle and guitar)
Don’t Sharia my Texas…
Y’all come back now, but leave your Sharia at the door.