Lyrics Willard - Bran Van 3000

Willard

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…
(You think I know fuck nothing, I know fuck all!)
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