Lyrics

Willy drove his pickup through the doors of the Grant county jail
After hiding out all night in the hills up above John Day
You see times was gettin' harder for a logger
So Willy had to move back home
But bein' back home was like the old days
Mama wouldn't leave Willy alone

Christmas eve 1949 in a Georgia Pacific camp
Irene and Al gave birth to a baby boy
The named him allucious but folks just called him Willy
Everybody thought he was slow
But to those who know he aint slow
He's crazy like a fox

With an M1 Garand or a forty four Willy was a crack shot they say
He could hit an eight penny nail in a barn yard door from a thousand yards away
But the chili tasted bad and it gave him a tooth ache
And he just couldn't take no more
So he pulled out his pistol and he laid Irene and Al out on the floor

Willy drove his pickup through the doors of the Grant county jail
After hiding out all night in the hills up above John Day