Just sing the melody and we'll 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

It's 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 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