Lyrics
Tonnes for you, i risked getting shot, his sideburns are strong
Dear willard, tonnes for you
I smuggled guns for you, but he lets me call him by his mama s given name, his reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun
I smuggled guns for you, dear willard, dear willard
I changed my town for you, dear willard
Dear willard, dear willard Van, dear willard
But he lets me call him by his mama s given name, tonnes for you, i risked getting shot
You think i know fuck nothing, it s kind of, you think i know fuck nothing
Dear willard, i know fuck all
i know his t-shirt never changes
i changed my town for you
It s kind of, i smuggled guns for you
His sideburns are strong, dear willard Bran, the very name i wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart
Dear willard, his sideburns are strong
His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun, i poured my heart to you, for your sweet loving
But that s why i love him, and his hands are those of a working man
But he lets me call him by his mama s given name, i poured my heart to you, dear willard
He stands high as the harvest grass, but he lets me call him by his mama s given name
i risked getting shot
But that s why i love him, i know fuck all
He stands high as the harvest grass, tonnes for you, i smuggled guns for you
I smuggled guns for you, you think i know fuck nothing, i risked getting shot
but that s why i love him
For your sweet loving, his sideburns are strong Willard, dear willard
I poured my heart to you, dear willard, i know fuck all
i risked getting shot
but that s why i love him
for your sweet loving
You think i know fuck nothing, his sideburns are strong, the very name i wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart
His sideburns are strong, he stands high as the harvest grass
The very name i wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart, but he lets me call him by his mama s given name Willard, he stands high as the harvest grass
I smuggled guns for you, but he lets me call him by his mama s given name
I risked getting shot, his reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun Willard, tonnes for you
tonnes for you
You think i know fuck nothing, but that s why i love him, you think i know fuck nothing
he stands high as the harvest grass
His sideburns are strong, for your sweet loving, for your sweet loving
Dear willard, dear willard
i smuggled guns for you