Willie Deadwilder
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( Lyrics written by Chan Marshall / Music written by M. Ward )
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Bonus track included on Speaking for Trees bonus CD
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Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
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They knew that they loved one another
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He said fuck this cabby life
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She said fuck this old trailer
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He said I want you for my wife
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Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
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They saw the same things at once
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They shared the kind of stuff everybody dreams of
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Finding out about, it's all about love
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Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
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They got a few more years to go
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Gonna have some good old times
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No more sad, sad bad times
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It's all that they've been waiting for
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Someone to knock at the door
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I tell you there are some people living alone
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There are some people with nowhere to go
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There are some people who don't believe in love
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But Willie and Rebecca prove them all wrong
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First time I saw him he smiled at me
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And the first time I saw her she was beautiful
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Sixty-two plus forty-six equals one hundred and eight
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Possible years they'll live long to
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That's almost half of the rest of his life
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That's over half for her
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Willie was shot once in his mind
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His cry out saved his life
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Second time through the heart
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The doctor pulled the bullet from inside
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He had a job to do, he thought
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That's his way of life
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To take that car and pick her up
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To be a man for her
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Broken down and cut in two
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She had been married for most her life
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Now she's finally free for awhile
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Long enough to see this man and what he means
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When he tells her that God in on his side
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No matter what, and will you marry me
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Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
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They want to live a life
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I wish I had a million dollars
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So we could throw it all away
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I wish I had a million dollars
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So we could light it aflame
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I wish I had one million dollars
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So we could spend it every day
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I'm on the same side as you
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I'm just a little bit behind
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And please don't bring me down
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Please don't let me go
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I'm looking for a new kind of thing
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A place that makes my heart sing
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Another question answered from above
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Please don't let it worry you now
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Please don't let it worry you now
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I've seen inside your heart and soul
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It's beautifully jacketed
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An open hand and a mind to lend
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There's nothing more romantic
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Than a distant place behind your smile
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Tells my eyes that I am coming home
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Please don't bring me down
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Please don't let me go
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My heart is a worried thing
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Memories have planted
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Seeds of a field I now want to reap and sow
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Maybe when i'm sixty-two, maybe when i'm forty-six
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Maybe when i'm thirty-two maybe the next time I see you
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We will have our universe for the first time, again
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Rings around our sweet friendship
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Will tear up in into a run
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Galloping forever more until tomorrow is gone
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I deeply say to you now
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I deeply say to you now
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I deeply say to you now
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There's another question answered from above
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You're the kind of friend of mine I never had
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You're the kind of love I had that I never thought there was
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Saint saint saint saint Augustine
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Far far far away Georgie Koontz (?)
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We gotta stake this thing out
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We gotta laugh the whole day through
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We gotta live the way that we want to
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As long as God is willing, I am too
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And as long as you are here, I am too
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As long as he and she can forgive and love again and still love us too
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You take my heart and you give it to me
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You show me love i've never seen
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You take my heart and give it to me
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When Dylan sang Ramona in the taxi that night
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I knew it right away would either be hard or be right
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'Cause I'm not Ramona, and you didn't write that song
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'Cause you're not Dylan, and I know we really do get along
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Get along and get on with what it is you got to do
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Go on get along with whome'er you choose
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This is your life
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But if God is willing, then I'm willing too, oh
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I'll be in the front, back and side of you
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Just many happily waiting for you
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Saint saint saint saint saint Augustine
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Far away far way Georgie Koontz (?)
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You know what it is
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You know what it is you got to do
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A young little girl named Jennifer gave me a turquoise ring
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