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 We worked in the fields together And we learned to count on each other When you live off the land You don't have the time to think about another man's color
They sit out on the front porch In the evening when the sun went down Willie would play and Laura would sing And the children would dance around I'd bring 'em out my guitar And we'd play into the night And every now and then, ol' Willie would grin and say "Boy, you play all right" Ha, ha, ha
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine But that was another place and another time Yeah, the cotton was high and the corn was growing fine Aha, but that was another place and another time
I remember when Willie would hitch the mules up When Sandy rolled around We'd always stop by Willie's house and say "Hey, y'all want something from town?" He'd say no, but why don't y'all stop back on your way home I'll get Laura Mae to cook up some corn bone They good, y'all
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine But that was another place and another time
Now, the years rolled by at last And took back what they had given We all knew we had to move If I was gonna make a living So we all moved off And went our separate ways And it sure was hard to say goodbye To Willie and Laura Mae (Jones, y'all)
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine But that was another place and another time Yeah, the cotton was high and the corn was growing fine Aha, but that was another place and another time
The years rolled passed our door and we heard from them no more 'Til I saw Willie downtown the other day I said, "Y'all stop by tonight, we can sit down and eat a bite We'd love to see your children and Laura Mae" He shook his head real slow And spoke with his eyes so kind He said this is another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine Aha, but that was another place and another time Yeah, the cotton was high and the corn was growing fine Aha, but that was another place and another time Yeah The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine Uh-huh, but that was another place and another time Well...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
