Willie was a son of an old man He never ever had a dime Makin his living off of black land But he always seemed to make out fine Laying down all of his sweet talk You know he was a ladies man He was doing all right until he got caught stealing money off another man So tell em Willie Boy's A'Comin Tell em he's coming home To the year and the beers oh lordy he's gone so long Tell em Willie Boy's A'Comin Tell em that he's on his way If the old chatham line makes it in on time Tell Willie's coming home to stay Well the preacher man was preachin on a Sunday But Willie Boy couldn't be found Because the law came and took him away Seen him riding out of town Four gray walls and a bunk bed Now Willie had to pay his dues Now two to five years and a hard head got Willie back his walkin shoes So tell em Willie Boy's A'Comin Tell em he's coming home To the year and the beers oh lordy he's gone so long Tell em Willie Boy's A'Comin Tell em that he's on his way If the old chatham line makes it in on time Tell Willie's coming home to stay So tell em Willie Boy's A'Comin Tell em he's coming home To the year and the beers oh lordy he's gone so long Tell em Willie Boy's A'Comin Tell em that he's on his way If the old chatham line makes it in on time Tell Willie's coming home to stay If the old chatham line makes it in on time Tell Willie's coming home to stay