"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, sirI 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"

"Wish I was a millionaire I'd play rock music and grow long hair Tell you boys about a new Rolls-Royce Pretty women would call on me I'd give ‘em all the third degree Give ‘em satin sheets To keep ‘em off the streetsHallelujah, let me sock it to ya Praise the Lord..."

"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"

"Following the stars through the honky-tonks and bars Dream 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 manI can feel the pain, I can see the fears On the painted cheeks that hide the tears Of a lovely, lonesome cowgirl in disguise"

"I don't want your pork chops I don't want your turnip greens I think that I'll pass up the cornbread 'Cause a piece of watermelon is what I need And it's so strong 'cause it's been so long Since I've tasted that dear forbidden fruit And my heart sighs as I realize That that watermelon time is a-gettin' due And I'm a watermelon man"