Some people will do just about anything to get Willie’s autograph. In Michigan, I met a fellow who said he and Willie fought together in the war and that Willie did all the shooting. (Willie never fought in any war.)
A woman in Youngstown, Ohio told me a story of how Willie had pulled her from a blazing fire and saved her life. She even showed me burns on her body. (Willie never did that, either)
I met a limo driver who was holding a photo for Willie to sign. His boss died in the back seat on the way to the show. He wanted to put the signed photo in his casket since he never got to see Willie play.
Aside from the obvious bribes of money, drugs, and even sex—I swear I didn’t accept—one woman offered me a year membership at 24 Hour Fitness if I could arrange for her to give Willie a hug.
All of this, of course, inspired me to write a song. Willie heard I was working on one, and I was blown away when he brought out “Trigger” from the back of the bus for me to play. Here are some of the lyrics:
Everybody’s got a Willie story, down in Abbot, Texas or in Missouri.
Over in Chicago, or way down in Key Largo, everybody’s got a Willie story!
I met a woman from Ohio that told me that Willie saved her life
She said he pulled her from a burning fire
Then introduced herself as his wife
Met a man from Grand Rapids
That said he fought with Willie in the war
He said that Willie did all the shooting
But I know Willie’s only weapon is Trigger, his guitar. MTW