Just sing the melody and well follow along [Jayne Hill] 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 Its kind of... Country... [Beat Change] You think I know fuck nothing, I know fuck all! [Jayne Hill] 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 [Instrumental] [Spoken] 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 Mamas given name Willard His sideburns are strong And his hands are those of a working man I know his tshirt never changes But thats why I love him Willard The very name I wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart
willard, dear, jayne, risked, smuggled