He was the wanderer
described in the song sung by Dion
The song with the 12-bar blues.
No doubt our Willie broke many hearts too
there was not one girl he would cling on to
for he lived life without a care,
He’d take any bet and any dare;
and used his two fists to get respect.
There wasn’t much you could expect
from this wanderer.
His big brown eyes wooed the girls every single time
for no reason nor was there no rhyme
they’d never knew what hit them
when he’d decide to leave them
A song with lyrics not perhaps
all politically correct today
a macho kind of song
chauvinistic at best people would say
Willie lived only the present
never in one place for too long
he was a wanderer; never took a rest.
I hear his song now and then
and think about what would have been
for my crazy wanderer friend
he lost his life on the go one lonely night
when he hopped into his brand new 1962 Chevy Impala
Not necessarily to go to any gala
but to roam around the world
as he shouted, “that’s right”
He was a wanderer
Happy as a Clown
Content to roam around the town
And I wish
he were still around.