Song | Willie And Lauramae Jones |
Artist | Shelby Lynne |
Album | Just A Little Lovin' |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Willie and | |
Laura Mae | |
JonesWere our neighbors a long time back | |
They lived right down the road from us | |
In a shack, just like our shack | |
They worked in land 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 | |
We'd sit out on the front porch | |
In the evenin' when the sun go down | |
Willie would play and | |
Laura would sing | |
And the children would dance around | |
I bring over my guitar and we'd play all through the night | |
And every now and then | |
Willie would grin and say, "Hey you play alright" | |
And Lord, that made me feel so good | |
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine | |
But that was another place and another time | |
Oh, years rolled past our land | |
And it took back what they'd given | |
We all knew that we'd have to move | |
If we're gonna make a livin' | |
So we all took off and went our separate ways | |
Sure was hard to say goodbye to | |
Willie and | |
Laura MaeThe years rolled by our door | |
And we heard from them no more | |
Until I saw | |
Willie the other day | |
I said, "Y'all stop by tonightAnd maybe we can sit down and eat a biteWe'd sure love to see your children and Laura Mae” |
Willie and | |
Laura Mae | |
JonesWere our neighbors a long time back | |
They lived right down the road from us | |
In a shack, just like our shack | |
They worked in land 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 | |
We' d sit out on the front porch | |
In the evenin' when the sun go down | |
Willie would play and | |
Laura would sing | |
And the children would dance around | |
I bring over my guitar and we' d play all through the night | |
And every now and then | |
Willie would grin and say, " Hey you play alright" | |
And Lord, that made me feel so good | |
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine | |
But that was another place and another time | |
Oh, years rolled past our land | |
And it took back what they' d given | |
We all knew that we' d have to move | |
If we' re gonna make a livin' | |
So we all took off and went our separate ways | |
Sure was hard to say goodbye to | |
Willie and | |
Laura MaeThe years rolled by our door | |
And we heard from them no more | |
Until I saw | |
Willie the other day | |
I said, " Y' all stop by tonightAnd maybe we can sit down and eat a biteWe' d sure love to see your children and Laura Mae" |
Willie and | |
Laura Mae | |
JonesWere our neighbors a long time back | |
They lived right down the road from us | |
In a shack, just like our shack | |
They worked in land 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 | |
We' d sit out on the front porch | |
In the evenin' when the sun go down | |
Willie would play and | |
Laura would sing | |
And the children would dance around | |
I bring over my guitar and we' d play all through the night | |
And every now and then | |
Willie would grin and say, " Hey you play alright" | |
And Lord, that made me feel so good | |
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine | |
But that was another place and another time | |
Oh, years rolled past our land | |
And it took back what they' d given | |
We all knew that we' d have to move | |
If we' re gonna make a livin' | |
So we all took off and went our separate ways | |
Sure was hard to say goodbye to | |
Willie and | |
Laura MaeThe years rolled by our door | |
And we heard from them no more | |
Until I saw | |
Willie the other day | |
I said, " Y' all stop by tonightAnd maybe we can sit down and eat a biteWe' d sure love to see your children and Laura Mae" |