Willie And Laura Mae Jones
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbours a long time back
They lived down the road from us in a shack just like our shack
We worked the fields together learned to count on each other
When you live off the land you ain't got time to think of another man's color
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
That was another place and another time
Sit out on the front porch every evening when the sun went down
Willie would play and Laura would sing and them younguns'd dance around
I'd bring out my guitar and we'd play on through the night
Every now and then ol' Willie would grin and say boy you play all right
The cotton was high...
The years rolled past our land and took back what they'd given
We all knew we'd had to move if we were gonna make a livin'
So we all moved off and went about our separate ways
It sure was hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae
The cotton was high...
The years rolled past our doors and we heard of them no more
When I saw Willie downtown the other day
Said y'all stop right by now we could all sit down and eat by
Sure love to see your children and Laura Mae
Shook his head real slow and his eyes were kind
This is another place and another time
The cotton was high...
Willie e Laura Mae Jones
Willie e Laura Mae Jones eram nossos vizinhos há muito tempo atrás
Eles moravam na mesma rua que a gente, em uma casinha igual à nossa
Trabalhávamos nos campos juntos, aprendemos a contar um com o outro
Quando você vive da terra, não tem tempo pra pensar na cor do outro
O algodão estava alto e o milho crescia bonito
Era outro lugar e outro tempo
Sentávamos na varanda todo fim de tarde quando o sol se punha
Willie tocava e Laura cantava, e as crianças dançavam ao redor
Eu pegava meu violão e a gente tocava a noite toda
De vez em quando, o velho Willie sorria e dizia: "garoto, você toca bem"
O algodão estava alto...
Os anos passaram pela nossa terra e levaram de volta o que tinham dado
Todos sabíamos que teríamos que nos mudar se quiséssemos ganhar a vida
Então todos nós nos mudamos e seguimos nossos caminhos
Foi difícil dizer adeus a Willie e Laura Mae
O algodão estava alto...
Os anos passaram pela nossa porta e não ouvimos mais deles
Quando vi o Willie no centro da cidade outro dia
Ele disse: "Parem por aqui, vamos sentar e comer juntos
Adoraria ver seus filhos e a Laura Mae"
Ele balançou a cabeça devagar e seus olhos eram gentis
Este é outro lugar e outro tempo
O algodão estava alto...