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