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Long Live Willie

Chalk up one more for the red headed stranger
Taking on war and the powerful ones
Risking his livelihood for those in danger
Like ol’ Kris did singing "Under the Gun"

Come all you prophets and vagabond poets
Come all you road dogs who bay at the moon
If truth is a crime raise a glass to the guilty
And say "God bless Kris
And long live Willie"

Even though two of their brothers have fallen…
Two hiwaymen ride on with tears in their eyes
To sing songs of freedom and answer the call when
Its enemies steal ours by telling us lies

Come all you prophets and vagabond poets
Come all you road dogs who bay at the moon
If truth is a crime raise a glass to the guilty
And say "God bless Kris
And long live Willie"

Lie, lie, lie, lies
Lie, lie, lie, lies…

So God bless Kris
And long live Willie

Their old guitars ring out, hanging from shoulders
Broader for baring the burden so long
They sing from hearts that have never grown colder
Putting their lives on the lines in their songs

Come all you prophets and vagabond poets
Come all you road dogs who bay at the moon
If truth is a sin say a prayer for the guilty
God bless Kris
And long live Willie

Lie, lie, lie, lies
Lie, lie, lie, lies…

Good God bless Kris
And long live Willie



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