They don’t make country singers much better than Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, and it’s hard to imagine a more auspicious pairing. As such, I’m particularly disappointed by WWII, which finds the duo cursed with syrupy arrangements and corny, lightweight material. There are a few exceptions, such as “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay” and Tom T. Hall’s “The Year That Clayton Delaney Died”; but most of the album is tame and tepid enough to make you forget that these guys ever ranked as Nashville’s “outlaws.”