Willie and Laura Mae
Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from
us in a shack just like our shack
The people worked the land together,
we learned to count on each other
When you live off the land
you don't have
Time to think about another
man's color
The cotton was high and the corn
was growing fine
But that was another place
and another time
Sit out on the front porch in the evening
when the sun went down
Willie would play and the kids would
Sing and everybody would mess
around
Daddy'd bring out his guitar and
play on through the night
Now and then Willie would grin and say,
"Hey man, you play alright"
Make me feel so good
Now I remember the best times when
Saturday come around
We all would stop by Willie's house and
Say, "Y'all need anything
from town?"
He'd say, "No, but why don't y'all
stop by on the way back through
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook
up some mighty fine barbecue"
Ha, you know that's good
The cotton was high and the
corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
The years rolled past the land and
took back all they'd given
We all knew we had to move if we
was going to make a living
So we all moved on and went
our separate ways
Sure was hard to say goodbye to Willie
and Laura Mae Jones
The cotton was high and the corn
was growing fine
But that was another place
and another time
The cotton was high and the corn
was growing fine
But that was another
place and another time