She would meet me in the morning on my way down to the river
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Waitin' patient by the chinaberry tree
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With her feet already dusty from the pathway to the levee
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And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees
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And I'd paid her no attention 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 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 we could still be seen together
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As we walked along the levee holding hands
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For as surely as the seasons she was changing 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 in the coolness of the evening
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Till the morning sun was shining on my bed
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And at times when she was sleeping I would smile when I'd remember
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How they used to call us Jody and the kid
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Now the world's a little older 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 Sunday I go walking down the pathway to the levee
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With another little girl that follows me
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And it makes the old folks smile 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 when I hear somebody saying
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Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid
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Jody And The Kid
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Henson Cargill |