Sometimes I think about old folks back home That 12 mile road that I used to roam Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans
Whenever I think about the folks back there You know I wonder if they still have that old county fair
We used to watch river boats From a grassy bank Drinking hot water from a railroad filling tank
The folks back there say Why you come to home Now here I am Sitting here on this county farm
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean Would you come back to me Here I'm sitting here on this county farm Willie Jean, Willie Jean Would you come back Come on, help me nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
