Tell ‘Em Willie Boy’s a’Comin’

Willie was a son of an old man
He never, ever had a dime
Making his living off of black land
But he always seemed to make out finem yeah

Laying down all of his sweet talk
You know he was a ladies man
He was doing all right till he got caught
Stealing money off another man

So tell 'em Willie Boy's a'comin'
Tell 'em he's coming home
To the year and the beers, oh lordy, he's gone so long
Tell 'em Willie Boy's a'comin'
Tell 'em that he's on his way
If the old Chatham line makes it in on time
Tell 'em Willie's coming home to stay

Well, the preacher man was preachin on a Sunday
But Willie Boy couldn't be found
'Cause the law came and took him away
I seen him riding out of town, yeah

Four gray walls and a bunk bed
Now Willie had to pay his dues
Two to five years and a hard head
Got Willie back his walkin' shoes

So tell 'em Willie Boy's a'comin'
Tell 'em he's coming home
To the year and the beers, oh lordy, he's gone so long
Tell 'em Willie Boy's a'comin'
Tell 'em that he's on his way
If the old Chatham line makes it in on time
Tell 'em Willie's coming home to stay

So tell 'em Willie Boy's a'comin'
Tell 'em he's coming home
To the year and the beers, oh lordy, he's gone so long
Tell 'em Willie Boy's a'comin'
Tell 'em that he's on his way
If the old Chatham line makes it in on time
Tell 'em Willie's coming home to stay

If the old Chatham line makes it in on time
Tell 'em Willie's coming home to stay