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