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Willie and |
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Laura Mae |
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JonesWere our neighbors as long time back |
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They lived right down the road from us |
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In a shack just like our shack |
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We worked in the fields together |
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And we learned to count on each other |
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When you live off the land |
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You don't have time to think |
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About another man's color |
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The cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine |
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But that was another place and another time |
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We sit out on the front porch |
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In the evening when the sun went down |
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Willie would play and |
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Laura would sing |
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And the children would dance around |
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And I'd bring over my guitar |
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And we'd play into the night |
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And every now and then |
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Willie would grin and say"Boy, you play all right" |
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And that made me feel so good |
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Lord the cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine |
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But that was another place and another time |
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I remember we'd hitch up the mules |
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When Saturday rolled around |
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We'd always stop by |
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Willies house and say"Do you'll need anything from town?" |
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He'd say, "No, but why don't you'llStop on your way back homeAnd I'll get Laura MaeTo cook up some corn porns?" |
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You know they're good |
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Lord the cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine |
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But that was another place and another time |
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The years rolled past our land |
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They took back what they'd given |
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And we all knew we'd have to move |
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If we was gonna make a living |
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So we all moved off |
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And went our separate ways |
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And it sure was hard to say goodbye |
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To Willies and |
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Laura Mae |
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JonesThe cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine, yes it was |
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But that was another place and another time |
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The years rolled past our door |
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And we heard from them no more |
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Till I saw |
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Willie down town the other day |
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I said, "Just stop by tonightAnd we can sit down and eat a biteWe'd love to see your children and Laura Mae" |
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He shook his head real slow |
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And spoke with his eyes so can |
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This is another place and another time |
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Lord the cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine |
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But that was another place and another time |
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Lord, Lord the cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine |
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But that was another place and another time |
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Lord, Lord, |
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Lord, Lord |
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The cotton was high |
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And the corn was growing fine |
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But that was another place and another time |