It's a story 'bout country lad turnin' thirty-one Time he finally settled down and had himself a son Been ridin' range for fifteen years, been away from it all His only friends was a horse named Rex and his faithful dog named Paul To go and find himself a wife was a mighty, mighty task Of all the girls that lived in town, just which one would he ask? What will he say? Poor Willie boy, Willie, say it right Hope he finds a lady soon while he still sees the light Willie, Willie, good luck with your farm Find a lady who's got charm She'll raise your children big and strong Willie, Willie, here's good luck to you Find a lady who'll be true Someone who really will love you Oh, good Willie had luck huntin', found a lady dear Who gave birth to a fine, fine boy in just less than a year And they named him Willie Junior, son of a country lad As he grows, old Willie knows what a good time they will have