Clergyman's

South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,
West of Louisiana, where all them Cajuns go
We gotta a little place called Texas
Where the women grow on trees
There right there for the pickin'
Just as easy as a man could please
You'd better run take hold You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Them Texas women is Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus
- Willis Allan Ramsey

Following the stars through the honky-tonks and barsDream away on a country music pride Start the evenin' by myself You can bet by the hour of twelve Gonna have a pretty painted lady by my side Talkin' about a pretty pained lady by my side
Painted lady, tell me of the past gone by
Hold me like the open range and ride me high Listenin' to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham And a man was a man
I can feel the pain, I can see the fears On the painted cheeks that hide the tears Of a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise
- Willis Allan Ramsey

I don't want your pork chopsI don't want your turnip greensI think that I'll pass up the cornbread'Cause a piece of watermelon is what I needAnd it's so strong 'cause it's been so longSince I've tasted that dear forbidden fruitAnd my heart sighs as I realizeThat that watermelon time is a-gettin' dueAnd I'm a watermelon man
- Willis Allan Ramsey

She is one from the mountains
She is one from the plains
She is one with the woodlands
And she's at home on the range
And all these things of beauty
They left a kiss on her
I'll tell you, sir
I say Lord she's as sweet as one of her pecan pies
Listenin' to her laughter I get hypnotized
Goodness knows I love my Angel Eyes
I love my Angel Eyes oh, yes I do
- Willis Allan Ramsey