Willie And Laura Mae Jones Brook Benton

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
And we learned to count on each other
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
But that was another place and another time
We sit out on the front porch
In the evening when the sun went down
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
"Boy, you play all right"
And that made me feel so good