Willie And Laura Mae Jones

Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back

They lived down the road from us in a shack just like our shack

They worked in the fields together, learned to count on each other

When you live off the land, you ain't got

Time to worry about another man's color

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine

That was another place and another time

Sat out on the front porch every evening when the sun went down

Willie would play and Laura would sing

And them youngins would dance around

I'd bring over my guitar and we'd play into the night

Every now and then old Willie would

Grin and say "Boy you play alright"

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine

That was another place and another time

The years rolled past our land, took back what it'd given

We all knew that we'd have to move if we was gonna make a living

So we all moved on and went our separate ways

And it sure was hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine

That was another place and another time

The years rolled past our doors and we heard from them no more

Till I saw Willie downtown the other day

I said "Y'all stop by tonight, we can all sit down and eat a bite

Sure love to see the children and Laura Mae"

He shook his head real slow, spoke with his eyes a kind

This is another place and another time

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine

That was another place and another time

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine

That was another place and another time

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine