Willie and Laura Mae Jones - Brook Benton

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Willie and Laura Mae Jones

Were our neighbors as long time back

They lived right down the road from us

In a shack just like our shack

We worked in the fields together

We have learned to count on each other

And when you live off the land

You don't have time to think

About another man's color

The cotton was high

And the corn was growing fine

Fine

But that was another place

And another time

Another time

We sit out on the front porch

In the evening when the sun went down

And little Willie would play and Laura would sing

And the children would dance around

And I'd bring over my guitar

And we'd play into the night

And every now and then

Willie would grin and say

Bro you should play all right

And that made me feel good

Yes sir the cotton was high

And the corn was growing fine

But that was another place

And another time

I remember we'd hitch up the mules

When saturday rolled around

We'd always stop by Willies house and say

Do you'll need anything from town

He'd say no but why don't you'll

Stop on your way back home

And I'll get Laura Mae

To cook up some corn porns

You know they're good

Lord the cotton was high

And the corn was growing fine

Go to the work

But that was another place

And another time

The years rolled past our land

And took back what they'd given

And we all knew we'd have to move on

If we was gonna make a living

So we all moved off

And went our separate ways

And it sure was hard to say goodbye

To Willies and Laura Mae

Yes sir the cotton was high

And the corn was growing fine

The corn was growing fine

Yes it was

But that was another place and another time

Another place and another time

The years rolled past our door

And we heard from them no more

Till I saw Willie down town the other day

I said just stop by tonight

And we can sit down and have a little bite

I would love to see your children and Laura Mae

He shook his head real slow

Slow

He spoke with his eyes so can

Is it

This is another place and another time

And another time

Lord the cotton was high

And the corn was growing fine

The corn was growing fine

But that was another place and another time

Another place and another time

I see the cotton was high

And the corn was growing fine

The corn was growing fine

But that was another place and another time

Another place and another time