Willie And Laura Mae Jones

(Album: Black And White - 1968)

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

Lord
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 Willie's house and say
"Do y'all need anything from town?"
He'd say, "No, but why don't ya'll
Stop on your way back home
And I'll get Laura Mae
To cook up some corn pones"
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
And took back what they'd given
We all knew we'd have to move
If we was gonna make a living
So we all moved off
And we went our separate ways
And it sure was hard to say goodbye
To Willie and Laura Mae Jones

Lord
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
'Til I saw Willie down town the other day
I said, "Ya'll 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 kind
"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