| Willie & laura mae jones
|
| Were our neighbours 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
|
| And we learned to count on each other
|
| When you live off the land
|
| You dont have the time to think about another mans colour
|
| 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
|
| Daddyd bring out his guitar
|
| And play on through the night
|
| Every now and then ol willie would grin and say
|
| Hey, you play all right
|
| Made me feel so good
|
| I remember the best times of all
|
| When saturday came around
|
| We all would stop by willies house and say
|
| Do yall need anything from town?
|
| Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back through?
|
| And Ill get laura mae, yeah, to cook up some barbecue
|
| And you know thats good
|
| The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine, yes it was
|
| But that was another place and another time
|
| Oh, the years rolled past the land
|
| And took back what theyd given
|
| We all knew we had to move
|
| If we were gonna make a living
|
| So we all moved off
|
| And went about our separate ways
|
| It sure was hard to say goodbye
|
| To willie and laura mae (jones), oh yeah
|
| The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine, yes it was
|
| But that was another place and another time
|
| I remember so well
|
| The cotton looked so fine
|
| But that was another place and another time |