| Willie and Laura Mae Jones
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| Were our neighbors a long time back
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| They lived right down the road from us
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| In a shack, just like our shack
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| They worked in land together
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| And we learned to count on each other
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| When you live off the land you don’t have time
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| To think about another man’s color
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| We’d sit out on the front porch
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| In the evenin' when the sun go down
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| Willie would play and Laura would sing
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| And the children would dance around
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| I bring over my guitar and we’d play all through the night
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| And every now and then
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| Willie would grin and say, «Hey you play alright»
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| And Lord, that made me feel so good
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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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| Oh, years rolled past our land
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| And it took back what they’d given
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| We all knew that we’d have to move
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| If we’re gonna make a livin'
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| So we all took off and went our separate ways
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| Sure was hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae
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| The years rolled by our door
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| And we heard from them no more
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| Until I saw Willie the other day
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| I said, «Y'all stop by tonight
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| And maybe we can sit down and eat a bite
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| We’d sure love to see your children and Laura Mae |