It's a story 'bout country lad turnin' thirty-one
Time he finally settled down and had himself a son
Been ridin' range for fifteen years, been away from it all
His only friends was a horse named Rex and his faithful dog named Paul
To go and find himself a wife was a mighty, mighty task
Of all the girls that lived in town, just which one would he ask?
What will he say? Poor Willie boy, Willie, say it right
Hope he finds a lady soon while he still sees the light
Willie, Willie, good luck with your farm
Find a lady who's got charm
She'll raise your children big and strong
Willie, Willie, here's good luck to you
Find a lady who'll be true
Someone who really will love you
Oh, good Willie had luck huntin', found a lady dear
Who gave birth to a fine, fine boy in just less than a year
And they named him Willie Junior, son of a country lad
As he grows, old Willie knows what a good time they will have
Time he finally settled down and had himself a son
Been ridin' range for fifteen years, been away from it all
His only friends was a horse named Rex and his faithful dog named Paul
To go and find himself a wife was a mighty, mighty task
Of all the girls that lived in town, just which one would he ask?
What will he say? Poor Willie boy, Willie, say it right
Hope he finds a lady soon while he still sees the light
Willie, Willie, good luck with your farm
Find a lady who's got charm
She'll raise your children big and strong
Willie, Willie, here's good luck to you
Find a lady who'll be true
Someone who really will love you
Oh, good Willie had luck huntin', found a lady dear
Who gave birth to a fine, fine boy in just less than a year
And they named him Willie Junior, son of a country lad
As he grows, old Willie knows what a good time they will have
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