Will once observed that sometimes the events or images he would write about would then become manifest in the world. To that end, he figured a song about big money and fame might provide the needed push to send him soaring into the star-studded stratosphere again — so he wrote this one.
I thought I had video of Will performing this song, but all I found was a live audio recording from the Wyldwood house concert he played. I added some images, but would love to see what an illustrator/cartoonist could do with this song.
Born, I broke into song —
The hospital rocked along.
The sick were healed and the dead came back,
Train stopped on the railroad track.
I was dancing before I crawled,
Every engine in the nation stalled.
Angels came from near and far
Moses made me my first guitar.
High rollers, roll my way —
Every night and every day,
They come to see me sing & play.
High rollers, roll my way.
The government, I sold ‘em songs.
The President came along
And said, “Here’s how you’ll earn from me:
Gonna pay you for a CD.”
The UN called a day of peace
The day my first record hit the streets.
Life from distant galaxies
Were drawn to Earth by the melodies.
High rollers, roll my way —
Every night and every day,
They come to see me sing & play.
High rollers, roll my way.
Here they come in the limousines,
Spending money, living dreams.
Spreading good times all around
When they hear my rockin’ sound.
A time traveler, I undo
My fame every day or two.
To protect my privacy
And to keep making history.
The opportunities never end.
I make more than I’ll ever spend.
Fashions born in my memory
All the famous dance with me.
High rollers, roll my way —
Every night and every day,
They come to see me sing & play.
High rollers, roll my way.
Repeat chorus
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