Willard - John Stewart

Willard, he’s a loner

Living by the railway

Living by the tracks beside his home

Willard, he’s a loner

If you’re going his way

Say hello, he ain’t got no one to call his own

Soldiers of glass

Standing by the trash

Willard’s coloured bottles in a line

Soldiers of glass

It’s funny you should ask

But they’re the only friends he has to pass the time

But they’re the only friends he has to pass the time

And his Mamma knows that he was once a child

Mamma, she was the first one to hear his cry

And my Mamma knows that I was once a child

Could it be we’re all just Willard in disguise?

Could it be we’re all just Willard in disguise?

I hear they’re tearing down

All the buildings in his town

The house where Willard Jefferson has stayed

But they can’t tear him down

No he will always be around

'Cause he’s as hard as all that old black, river clay

Yet his Mamma knows that he was once a child

Mamma, she was the first one to hear his cry

And my Mamma knows that I was once a child

Could it be we’re all just Willard in disguise?

Could it be we’re all just Willard in disguise?

Willard, he’s a loner

Living by the railway

Living by the tracks beside his home

Willard, he’s a loner

If you’re going his way

Say hello, he ain’t got no one to call his own