She would meet me in the morning
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On my way down to the river
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Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree
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With her feet already dusty
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>from the pathway to the levy
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And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees
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I'd pay her no attention
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As she tagged along beside me
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Trying hard to copy everything i did
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But i couldn't keep from smiling
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When i'd hear somebody saying
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Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid
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Even after we grew older
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We could still be seen together
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As we walked along the levy holding hands
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For as surely as the season she was changin' to a woman
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And i'd lived enough to call myself a man
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And she often lay beside me
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In the coolness of the evening
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Til' the morning sun was shining on my bed
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And at times when she was sleeping
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I'd smile when i'd remember
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How they use to call us jody and the kid
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Now the world's a little older
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And the years have changed the river
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Cause there's houses where they didn't used to be
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And on sundays i go walking
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Down the pathway to the levy
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With another little girl who follows me
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And it makes the old folks smile
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To see her tag along beside me
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Doing little things the way her mama did
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But it gets a little lonesome
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When i hear somebody sayin'
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Looky yonder there goes jody and the kid
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Jody And The Kid
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| Kris Kristofferson |
