Willard Lyrics - Singles - Bran Van 3000

Just sing the melody and we'll follow along 

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