Willie - Robert Earl Keen

Hanging on the wall just like a thousand times you been there

A picture of a field of dandelions

And a young stud colt a-followin' some ol' cowboy on a brood mare

A-bound to make it home by dinner time

There’s a thunderhead a-coming from the west and he’s sure thinking

The rain would do this dusty dirt some good

But it ain’t a cowboy’s weather so he nudges his old faithful

And turns around to call out to the stud

Come on Willie, there’s a black cloud coming yonder

The devil beats his wife with a silver chain

Come on Willie, boy can’t you hear the thunder

Your ma and me don’t travel well in rain

It ain’t nothing much to look at, just a print I got from grandma

A real west river cowgirl in her day

And sometimes I need religion since the old girl’s gone before me

And that’s when I can hear the cowboy say

«Come on Willie, there’s a black cloud coming yonder

«The devil beats his wife with a silver chain

«Come on Willie, boy can’t you hear the thunder

«Your ma and me don’t travel well in rain»

And now the western feeling has become another sideshow

Selling out the bygone days gone by

And we never know it’s raining, we can’t hear it for our thunder

We can’t see it for our clouds up in the sky

Come on Willie, there’s a black cloud coming yonder

The devil beats his wife with a silver chain

Come on Willie, boy can’t you hear the thunder

Your ma and me don’t travel well in rain

Your ma and me don’t travel well in rain