Will Tylor

WILL TYLOR

Ole Will he grew up, in the hills of Kentucky
And he learned to love other people's money
He can Talk smoother Than a slick politician
empty out your pockets with a business proposition

CHORUS:
DON'T YOU EVER TRUST WILL TYLOR
CAUSE HE WAS BORN TO STEAL FROM YOU
ALL DRESSED UP LIKE A PREACHER ON SUNDAY
IN MONEY OR LOVE HE'LL MAKE YOU HIS FOOL
WILL TYLOR DON'T CARE CAUSE HE LOVE WHAT HE DO

Verse:
Will's got a mansion, and a sweet wife in the kitchen
Lord he loves the ladies, and old Will he's always fishin'
and when ole Will dies, He's got one more to con
cause some say old Will's, gonna take the Devils' job