Willie and Laura Mae Jones
Were our neighbours a long time back
Lived right down the road from us
In a shack just like our shack
The people work 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 colour
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
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 would bring out his guitar
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 you all need anything from town
He'd say no but why don't you all
Stop by on the way back through
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook up
Some mighty fine barbecue
Now you know that's good
The cotton was high and the corn was grown fine
But that was another place and another time
The years roll past the land
And take back all they'd given
We'd all knew we'd have to move
If we were going to make a livin'
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 growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time.
