Willard Paroles

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, 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.