I threw out all her old lettuce
I threw out everything she meant to me
Angels that love us
Look down from above us
Baby they like what they see

Got all the love songs she wrote me
Got all the sweet songs she sank in my ear
Angels that love us
Look down from above us
And baby I feel kinda queer

You didn't need to make me that fine apple pie
Cowboy you had me at what do you know guy
You didn't need to make me that fine apple pie
Cowboy you had me at what do you know guy

Blackbirds sing in my window
Chic-a-dees sweet song it stays on my mind
Angels that love us
Look down from above us
Good Buddy they smile on our kind


You didn't need to make me that fine apple pie
Cowboy you had me at what do you know guy
You didn't need to make me that fine apple pie
Cowboy you had me at what do you know guy

You didn't need to make me that fine apple pie
Cowboy you had me at what do you know guy
You didn't need to make me that fine apple pie
Cowboy you had me at what do you know guy