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Willie Poor Boy
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Contemporary Folk
Willie Poor Boy was released on March 30, 2004 by HighTone Records as a part of the album Guest House
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Release DateMarch 30, 2004
LabelHighTone Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Laurie Lewis
Laurie Lewis
Fiddle, Vocals, Guitar
Tom Rozum
Tom Rozum
Vocals, Mandola, Guitar
Craig Smith
Craig Smith
Banjo
Todd Sickafoose
Todd Sickafoose
Double Bass
Scott Huffman
Scott Huffman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laurie Lewis
Laurie Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Laurie Lewis
Laurie Lewis
Producer
Tom Rozum
Tom Rozum
Producer

Lyrics

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 eight by ten with no parole
In the wink of an eye
Well Willie he drove a city bus
In a seedy part of town
He feared for his passengers
And he thought he let 'em down
When some young punk he pulled a gun
And he 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 handgun
And he practiced taking 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 lowlife scum"
And he spat and like the 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
A spade's not meant to shoot
Each tool has its purpose
And what's made will be used
Now Willie well 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
Written by: Laurie Lewis
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