Sometimes I think about folks back home That twelve mile road now that I used to roam Sometimes I think about a girl named Willie Gene Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
Sometimes I think about the folks back there Do they stil have the County Fair? Sometimes I think about silly Willie Gene Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
We used to pick flowers on a grassy bank Drink water from a railway fillin' tank Sometimes I would come to arms now I sit here on this County Farm
Sometimes I think about little Willie Gene Did she ever get as far as New OrleansTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
