Laurie Lewis & Tom Rozum - Willie Poor Boy (Guest House, 2011) | Текст песни

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Willie Poor Boy (L. Lewis/Spruce and Maple Music, ASCAP)

Come gather 'round me, people, a story I'll convey
Of Willie and his pistol and how he made his way
from a good man with a steady job and music on the side
to an 8x10 with no parole in the wink of an eye

Well, Willie drove a city bus in the seedy part of town
he feared for his passengers and he thought he'd let 'em down
when some young punk, he pulled a gun and robbed the whole damn bus
Willie tasted helpless fear and he swore he'd had enough

Willie, poor boy, layin' in jail
Willie, poor boy, sorrowful tale

So Willie bought a hand gun and he practiced takin' aim
With a strong arm and a steady hand he soon mastered the game
A tall man standing taller still, he finally gained control
He packed his pistol to his ribs as through the streets he'd roll

Willie, poor boy, layin' in jail
Willie, poor boy, sorrowful tale

One day he walked along the street on a sunny afternoon
His heart was light and happy and he whistled at a tune
When he stepped into the crosswalk and he heard a screech of tires
and as he leapt to safety he felt a sudden surge of ire
"You, sir, are endangering pedestrians" he yelled at the man behind the wheel
Who lowered his power window and in a voice hard as steel
he said, "You're the one to blame, you dirty low-life scum"
And he spat, and like a whiplash Willie spat back with his gun

Willie, poor boy, layin' in jail
Willie, poor boy, sorrowful tale

Now, a gun's not meant to dig a ditch, and a spade's not meant to shoot
Each tool has it's purpose and what's made will be used
Now, Willie, he was lucky- he shot but he did not kill
but that bullet dug a hole the best of lawyers could not fill
And no amount of sad remorse can wipe away the crime
a gun will serve its master and now master's serving time.

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