[ti:willard]
[ar:bran van 3000 ]
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[00:02]dear Willard
[00:06]I changed my town for you
[00:09]dear Willard
[00:12]I smuggled guns for you, tons for you
[00:16]dear Willard
[00:18]for your sweet loving I risked getting shot...
[00:59]I poured my heart to you
[01:03]Willard
[01:05]I changed my town for you
[01:08]dear Willard
[01:10]I smuggled guns for you, tons for you
[01:14]dear Willard
[01:16]for your sweet loving I risked getting shot... not
[01:51]He stands high as the harvest grass,
[01:53]His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun.
[01:56]His friends call him Davey,
[01:58]But he lets me call him by his Mama's given name:
[02:01]Willard.
[02:02]His sideburns are strong,
[02:04]And his hands are those of a working man.
[02:07]I know his t-shirt never changes,
[02:08]But that's why I love him.
[02:10]Willard:
[02:11]The very name I wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart.