This is a new demo of a song we originally wrote in '91. I'm using the Bluegrass RT set and Nashville drums. Hope you enjoy it.

Willadeen

(Lyrics especially for you Ian, grin...)

Willadeen
©1991,2010 J. Beck, C. Grant All rights reserved.

Willadeen folded a piece of paper
Stuck it between the salt and pepper shaker
One last look at these old rooms
And she was out the back door on her honeymoon
All her mama could do was clean and clean
While her daddy paced the porch
He never felt so mean
Aww Willadeen

Willadeen
What you gonna do with the rest of your life
What you gonna do another poor man's wife
God willin' and the creek don't rise
What do you think you're gonna find
Willadeen

Willadeen signed her name at the lawyer
Piled three kids all they owned in a junker
One call home to say goodbye
Headin' out for the city and a brand new life
All her mama could was clean and clean
While her daddy paced the porch
He never felt so mean
Aww Willadeen

(repeat chorus)

Dreams are all that matter at seventeen
She's gonna do things mama never dreamed
Ol' grandpa drives her crazy
When he calls her Willadeen

Willadeen picked up the piece of paper
Folded between the salt and pepper shaker
In tears she reads her daughter's note
So like the lines that she once wrote
All she could do was clean and clean
Then she went and paced the porch
She never felt so mean
Aww Willadeen