Lyrics:
It’s too late, to make that bar room…
It’s too early for the sun.
And the bed of mine is way too big, to lie upon alone.
I got a stack of Willie’s records…
They’re playin’ all night long.

I’m Drinkin’, Smokin’, Cryin’… Singing Willie’s Songs.

When Willie sings his songs to me…
They make me feel so real!
In Willie’s words, In Wille’s ways…
He knows just how I feel.
I’ve been trying to find what’s left that’s right…
In a world that’s all gone wrong!

I’m Drinkin’, Smokin’, Cryin’… Singing Willie’s Songs!
I’m Drinkin’, Smokin’, Cryin’… Singing Willie’s Songs!

Awe snap!
Where you at Willy? Never met a cowboy that could roll a Philly.
I'm Talking bout the blunt, a petty little crime,
You were not the greatest but you're always on my mind…

We're like twinsies, we got the same birfday, go to bed early,
both do judo, but you wear a bandanna and look a little girly.

It's a shame that the Feds seized your assets,
You could been a baller but you didn't pay your taxes,
Imma do a BitTa' math on this napkin,
Figure out how you got so distracted.

I mean 32 mil that's a lotta dough,
You had 31 hits certifie' gold
Over a hundred country songs on the radio,
Anna Really big hit that you wrote with Julio

To all the girls I've loved before…