Mel Torm — Willie & Laura Mae Jones

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