Текст песни Bran Van 3000 - Willard

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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