Willie and Laura Mae Jones

Willie and Laura Mae Jones
 Were our neighbors as 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 time to think
 About another man's color
 The cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine
 But that was another place and another time
 We 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
 And I'd bring over my guitar
 And we'd play into the night
 And every now and then
 Willie would grin and say
 "Boy, you play all right"
 And that made me feel so good
 Lord the cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine
 But that was another place and another time
 I remember we'd hitch up the mules
 When Saturday rolled around
 We'd always stop by Willies house and say
 "Do you'll need anything from town?"
 He'd say, "No, but why don't you'll
 Stop on your way back home
 And I'll get Laura Mae
 To cook up some corn porns?"
 You know they're good
 Lord the cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine
 But that was another place and another time
 The years rolled past our land
 They took back what they'd given
 And we all knew we'd have to move
 If we was gonna make a living
 So we all moved off
 And went our separate ways
 And it sure was hard to say goodbye
 To Willies and Laura Mae Jones
 The cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine, yes it was
 But that was another place and another time
 The years rolled past our door
 And we heard from them no more
 Till I saw Willie down town the other day
 I said, "Just stop by tonight
 And 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 can
 This is another place and another time
 Lord the cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine
 But that was another place and another time
 Lord, Lord the cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine
 But that was another place and another time
 Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
 The cotton was high
 And the corn was growing fine
 But that was another place and another time