Willis Allan Ramsey

Willis Alan Ramsey (born March 5, 1951) is an American singer/songwriter, a cult legend among fans of Americana and Texas country. He was born in Birmingham, Alabama, and raised in Dallas, Texas. He released the critically acclaimed album, Willis Alan Ramsey, in 1972 on the Shelter label.

Quotes

(All lyrics by 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

  • Angel Eyes

• 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 streets

  Hallelujah, let me sock it to ya
  Praise the Lord...

  • Satin sheets

• 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

  • Northeast Texas Women

• 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 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

  • Painted Lady

• 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
  • Watermelon Man