| Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
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| They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
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| The people worked the land together, and we learned to count on each other
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| When you live off the land you don’t have the time to think about another man’s
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| coulour
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| The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
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| But that was another place and another time
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| We’d sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went down
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| Willie would play and the kids would sing and everybody would mess around
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| And Daddy bring on his guitar, we’d play all through the night
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| And every now and then ol' Willie would grin and say
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| 'Hey you play alright' (and that made me feel so good)
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| I remember the best times of all when Saturday came around
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| We’d always stop by Willie’s house and say
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| 'Do y’all need anything from town?'
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| He’d say 'No, but why don’t cha all stop on your way back through
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| And I’ll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
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| The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
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| But that was another place and another time
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| The years rolled past our land, and took back what they’d given
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| We all knew we’d have to move if we were gonna make a livin'
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| So we all moved on and went about our separate ways
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| Sure it was hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae (Jones), oh yeah
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| The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
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| But that was another place and another time
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| The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (the cotton was growin' fine)
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| But that was another place and another time |