Where There's Smoke, There's Willie

[good4somethingbum]

Where There’s Smoke, There’s WillieBack in ’68 when dad discovered herbal cigarettesHe useta crank Jefferson Airplane and the Grateful DeadBut when I first learned about those happy-go-lucky strikesI liked a little twang, to soothe my brain before bed at nightI hid the smell with the Lysol I sprayedBut dad knew because of what I playedI was a macho guy, I could handle the highAnd I never acted sillyAll the incense I burned, my father still learnedWhere there’s smoke, there’s WillieWell, I majored in partyin’ while at college in AustinAnd I met a purty co-ed born n bred in BostonShe tried to get me into Tai-Chi, Tai-Bo and Thai foodBut I told that chick, a little Thai stick’d mellow her moodTook her to see my hero at the state fairIn that front row somethin’ funny hung in the airSo I told my date, fairs in the Lone Star stateServe armadillo chiliShe also found out, in a concert crowdWhere there’s smoke, there’s WillieDriving home that night, saw a tour bus on the roadsideAnd some rookie flashin’ his lights like he was a Texas RangerYeah, the windows were cloudy, passengers were rowdyAnd then… hey boy howdy…one was a red-eyed strangerYeah these Texas cops, don’t make highway stopsAll random n willy-nillyThat bus was smokin’, Hoss…but it wasn’t exhaustcos where’s there’s smoke, there’s Willie©2007 Robert George