Story Slaughter – Woman Named Willie Lyrics
Artist: Story Slaughter
Song: Woman Named Willie
Born and raised in the plains
Not much money to her name
She was one of ten kids in a box cart
She got married at sixteen
To a man who drank jim beam
Named their daughters after movie stars
She goes to church every sunday
And i know when she bows her head to pray
It’s for those that she’s loved and lost so far
Alone in her home
She sits by the phone
And i should call her but i don’t
How dare i read her letters
When i don’t write my own
She asks for so littlе
But she gives so freely
God i want to be likе that woman named willie
I see her at holidays
She’s last to bed and first to wake
She never asks for help at all
And her eyes begin to shine when i tell her stories from my life
As if knowing me is all she wants
Alone in her home
She sits by the phone
And i should call her but i don’t
How dare i read her letters
When i don’t write my own
She asks for so little
But she gives so freely
God i wanna be like that woman named willie
I watch her in hawaii
See the ocean for the first time at seventy
And that’s the image that i think i’m to remember
Just how simple life’s joys should be
But it breaks my heart to know
That she’s alone
Alone in her home
She sits by the phone
And i should call her but i don’t
How dare i read her letters
When i don’t write my own
She asks for so little
But she gives so freely
God i wanna be like that woman named willie
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From the album:
Woman Named Willie
Release Year: 2022