If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man neve ... Read more »

As I walk along,
I wonder what went wrong,
With our love, a love that was so strong.
And as I still walk on,
I think of the things we've done
Together, a-while our hearts were young.

I'm a-walkin' in the rain,
Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain,
Wishin' you were here by me,
To end this misery
And I wonder--
I wah-wah-wah-wah-wonder,
Why,
Why, why, why, why, why she ran away,
Yes, and I wonder,
A-w ... Read more »

В интервью Рой однажды сказал, что написал "Oh, pretty woman" всего за двадцать минут. Орбисон заявил: "По-настоящему хорошую песню сочиняешь быстро, а вот над посредственной надо потрудиться." Фред Фостер, друг Роя и иногда соавтор, помог ему завершить "Oh, pretty woman", добавив слова "What do I see? Is she walking back to me? Yeah, she’s walking back to me". Песне явно не доставало позитивной нотки в конце. А поводом для написания "Oh, pretty woman" стало примирение Орбисона со своей женой Клодетт.

Pretty woman, walkin' down the street, pretty woman
The kind I like to meet, pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the ... Read more »

Песня построена на шутливом диалоге женщины, которая упрекает своего мужчину в том, что у него за душой ни гроша, и требует, чтобы он собрал свои вещи и покинул ее дом, и ответов мужчины, который обвиняет женщину в сварливости и обещает наверстать упущенное. В течение двух недель, с 9 октября 1961, сингл Чарльза лидировал в Billboard Hot 100. 

(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the ... Read more »

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw the shimmering light
My head grew heavy
And my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself:
This could be Heaven or
This could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
Thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
There's plenty of rooms in the Hotel
California
A ... Read more »