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 … - Willis Alan Ramsey

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 <p>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

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

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 <p>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<p>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