Michael Jerling
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Drivin' Willy Home
c1977 by Michael JerlingFrom the album Early Jerling
Willy More played basketball He was the black killer cat Of the high school court Big Willy dunked And the white folks roared Go Willy, go Willy, go Willy, go (2x) On that December night I was seventeen Barely on the basketball second team Practice was over the, the locker room steamed I creaked across the hardwood floor Pulled the family Buick out into the street He was boppin' along to an inside beat His high-top sneakers had some miles to go Hey man, can I give you a lift? It's right on my way home I lied Willy smiled, okay man alright Embarrassed as he slammed the passenger door I turned off the rock & roll radio,I was Drivin' Willy home (2x) Didn't have much to say it seemed Small talk about the coach, the guys on the team Into the dark unfamiliar streets On Willy's side of town Past W.W.White's Used Cars The Stardust Lounge and Barbecue Bar the moon shown down on the derelict cars Broken bottles, blood and the wine Drivin' Willy home (2x) You can turn in here at the right His mother peeked through the curtains At the car's headlights Thanks man, that's ok, goodnight As I locked all of the car doors A neon cross shown down from the Church Of the Apostolic Holy Word Singing songs to Jesus the sisters swayed As the snow began to fall Drivin' Willy home (3x) Willy More played basketball He was the black killer cat Of the high school court Big Willy dunked And the white folks roared Go Willy, go Willy, go Willy, go (3x)
