Sweet Holy Grail

William's my friend
He'll never change
He's my friend the outlaw
At home on the range

He wears his hair
In a neat ponytail
To prove he's still searching
For sweet holy grail

He has wise blood
I hear it travel his veins
His heart beats in Texas
All wrapped up in chains

And when he's home
He must be what he seems
But when he's with me
He plays for the other team

And I've seen him play
Everyone's his best friend
Out of sight, out of mind
Love letters never sent

And when he's home
His dance card is full
But when he's with me
He plays by his own rules

Oh William, run home
Go wash your face
Run away home
Touch every base

Run away home
But William, don't stay
'Cause Williams, I love
To watch while you play

And when you're home
They won't let you fail
They'll send you off searching
For sweet holy grail

Sweet holy grail
Sweet holy grail
Sweet holy grail
Sweet holy grail

Nerissa Nields and David Nields © 1995 Peter Quince Publishing and Ambivalent Fins, ASCAP

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