| Pass me that joint it’s Willie’s birthday
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| Wipe away all of your tears
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| Well the worlds gone crazy
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| But we still got Willie
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| And all the good things he’s done for us here
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| It was 75 the time of the preacher
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| When the red headed stranger appeared
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| Rode into town blue eyes a shining
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| And his memories measure in tears
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| Hey Nashville, Hey Austin
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| He’s singing the songs we hold dear
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| Now for all of these years
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| So pass me that joint it’s Willie’s birthday
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| Wipe away all of your tears
|
| Well the worlds gone crazy
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| But we still got Willie
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| And all the good things he’s done for us here
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| Now shotgun Willie wades through whiskey rivers
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| Living in the promise land
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| His heroes are cowboys and the songs there a singing
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| Bring joy and laughter again
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| Hey Georgia, New Orleans
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| This songs for your native son and all that he’s done
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| So pass me that joint it’s Willie’s birthday
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| Wipe away all of your tears
|
| Well the worlds gone crazy
|
| But we still got Willie
|
| And all the good things he’s done for us here
|
| Pass me that joint it’s Willie’s birthday
|
| Wipe away all of your tears
|
| Well the worlds gone crazy
|
| But we still got Willie
|
| And all the good things he’s done for us here
|
| Pass me that joint it’s Willie’s birthday
|
| Wipe away all of your tears
|
| Well the worlds gone crazy
|
| But we still got Willie
|
| And all the good things he’s done for us here
|
| Well the worlds gone crazy
|
| But we still got Willie
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| And all the good things he’s done for us here |