Willie and Laura Mae Jones
Were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us
In a shack just like our shack

The people worked the land together
We learned to count on each other
When you live off the land
You don't have the time to think about another mans color

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time

Sit out on the front porch
In the evening when the sun went down
Willie would play and the kids would sing
And everybody would mess around

Daddy'd bring out his guitar
And play on through the night
Every now and then Willie would grin and say
Hey man, you play all right
Made me feel so good

Now I remember the best time
When Saturday come around
We all would stop by Willies house and say
Y'all need anything from town?
He'd say no, but why don't y'all stop by on the way back through?
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook up some might fine barbecue
And you know that's good
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time

The years rolled past the land
And took back all they'd given
We all knew we had to move
If we was going to make a living

So we all moved on
And went our separate ways
Sure was hard to say goodbye
To Willie and Laura Mae, Jones

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time