Just sing the melody and we'll follow along      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