[Lyric] Woman Named Willie (Story Slaughter)

[Verse 1]
Born and raised in the plains
Not much money to her name
She was one of ten kids in a box cart
She got married at sixteen
To a man who drank Jim Beam
Named their daughters after movie stars
She goes to church every Sunday
And I know when she bows her head to pray
It's for those that she's loved and lost so far

[Chorus]
Alone in her home
She sits by the phone
And I should call her but I don't
How dare I read her letters
When I don't write my own
She asks for so littlе
But she gives so freely

God I want to be likе that woman named Willie
[Verse 2]
I see her at holidays
She's last to bed and first to wake
She never asks for help at all
And her eyes begin to shine when I tell her stories from my life
As if knowing me is all she wants

[Chorus]
Alone in her home
She sits by the phone
And I should call her but I don't
How dare I read her letters
When I don't write my own
She asks for so little
But she gives so freely

God I wanna be like that woman named Willie

[Bridge]
I watch her in Hawaii
See the ocean for the first time at seventy
And that's the image that I think I'm to remember
Just how simple life's joys should be
But it breaks my heart to know
That she's alone
[Chorus]
Alone in her home
She sits by the phone
And I should call her but I don't
How dare I read her letters
When I don't write my own
She asks for so little
But she gives so freely

God I wanna be like that woman named Willie