[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]
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]
Don’t Sharia my Texas
Y’all come back now, but leave your Sharia at the door