Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ode To Billie Joe, artist - Diana Ross. Album song Reflections, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 24.03.1968
Record label: A Motown Records Release;
Song language: English
Ode To Billie Joe |
It was the third of June |
Another sleepy, dusty Delta day |
I was out choppin' cotton |
And my brother was balin' hay |
And at dinner time we stopped |
And we walked back to the house to eat |
And mama hollered at the back door |
«Y'all remember to wipe your feet» |
And then she said she got some news |
This mornin' from Choctaw Ridge |
Today Billie Joe MacAllister |
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge |
Papa said to mama as he passed |
Around the Black Eyed Peas |
«Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense |
Pass the biscuits, please» |
«There's five more acres |
In the lower forty I’ve got to plow» |
Mama said it was shame |
About Billie Joe, anyhow |
Seems like nothin' ever comes |
To no good up on Choctaw Ridge |
And now Billie Joe MacAllister |
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge |
And brother said he recollected |
When he and Tom and Billie Joe |
Put a frog down my back |
At the Carroll County picture show |
And wasn’t I talkin' to him |
After church last Sunday night? |
«I'll have another piece of apple pie |
You know it just don’t seem right» |
«I saw him at the sawmill |
Yesterday on Choctaw Ridge» |
«And now you tell me Billie Joe’s |
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge» |
Mama said to me |
«Child, what’s happened to your appetite?» |
«I've been cookin' all morning |
And you haven’t touched a single bite» |
«That nice young preacher |
Brother Taylor, dropped by today» |
«Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday |
Oh, by the way» |
He said, «He saw a girl |
That looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge» |
«And she and Billie Joe |
Was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge» |
A year has come 'n gone |
Since we heard the news 'bout Billie Joe |
Brother married Becky Thompson |
They bought a store in Tupelo |
There was a virus going 'round |
Papa caught it and he died last Spring |
And now mama doesn’t seem to Wanna do much of anything |
And me, I spend a lot of time |
Pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge |
And drop them into the muddy water |
Off the Tallahatchie Bridge |