Willie & laura mae jones
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Were our neighbours a 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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The people worked the land 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 dont have the time to think about another mans colour
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The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
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But that was another place and another time
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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 the kids would sing
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And everybody would mess around
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Daddyd bring out his guitar
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And play on through the night
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Every now and then ol willie would grin and say
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Hey, you play all right
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Made me feel so good
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I remember the best times of all
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When saturday came around
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We all would stop by willies house and say
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Do yall need anything from town?
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Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back through?
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And Ill get laura mae, yeah, to cook up some barbecue
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And you know thats good
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The cotton was high 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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Oh, the years rolled past the land
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And took back what theyd given
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We all knew we had to move
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If we were gonna make a living
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So we all moved off
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And went about our separate ways
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It sure was hard to say goodbye
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To willie and laura mae (jones), oh yeah
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The cotton was high 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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I remember so well
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The cotton looked so fine
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But that was another place and another time
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And it felt so good, yes it did
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Willie And Lauramae Jones
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Shelby Lynne |