Willard Lyrics

Bran Van 3000 Willard

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Dear Willard, I changed my town for you
Dear Willard, I smuggled guns for you
Tonnes for you

Dear Willard, for your sweet loving
I risked getting shot
Not

It's kind of country

I poured my heart to you, Willard
I changed my town for you
Dear Willard, I smuggled guns for you
Tonnes for you

Dear Willard, for your sweet loving
I risked getting shot

He stands high as the harvest grass
His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun
His friends call him Davey
But he lets me call him by his Mama's given name
Willard

His sideburns are strong
And his hands are those of a working man
I know his t-shirt never changes
But that's why I love him

Willard, the very name I wear on my arm
And hold dear to my heart