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- Willie And Laura Mae Jones
- Soul Francisco
- Aspen, Colorado
- Whompt Out On You
- Don't Steal My Love
- Polk Salad Annie
- Little Green Apples
Willie And Laura Mae Jones
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Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbours a long time back
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They lived right down the road from us in a shack just like our shack
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We worked in the fields together and we learned to count on each other
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When you live off the land you don't have time to think about another man's 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
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evening when the sun went down
Willie would play and Laura would sing and the childrens 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 alright"
(And that made me feel so good)
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 Willie's house and say "Do y'all need anything from town"
He'd say "No but why don't y'all stop on your way back home
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook up some corn poms"
(And you know they're good!)
Oh Lord, the cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
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The years rolled past our land and took back what they'd given
And we all knew we'd have to move if we was gonna make a living
So we all moved off and went our separate ways
And it sure has hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae Jones
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was 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 y'all stop by tonight and we can sit out and eat a bite
We'd love to see your childrens and Laura Mae
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He shook his head real slow
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And spoke with his eyes so kind
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This is another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
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Soul Francisco
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I ain't never been to San Francisco
But I believe a thing has happened there
All them things I'm hearin' 'bout San Francisco
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And all them childrens with flowers in their hair
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Seem like everybody has got a new bag
Some o' them childrens seem to have something to say
Wearin' beads and all kinds of funky clothes
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And there's a thing they had in Monterey
Was a thing
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Soul Francisco
Soul Francisco
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Some o' them people are wonderin' what it's all about
Don't seem to be nobody that really knows
But from the way that all o' them children are doing
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Could it be that some of them's got a little more soul
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Soul Francisco
Soul Francisco
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Aspen, Colorado
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I was born into a simple life
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Didn't take much to satisfy me
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Then there came a time in autumn
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I had to leave
Tried to get a job in Alabama
But the man said he didn't need no one today
I made my way down to Memphis
And stayed a few days
Got a letter from my Momma
She said "Boy won't you try to come home?
Your Daddy said he'd give you all the land
For your own, come on home"
But there comes a time in everybody's life
When you have to search for peace of mind
I might go to Aspen, Colorado
And spend some time, I hear it's fine
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When the leaves of autumn start to turnin'
And one falls softly to the ground
I have thoughts of other places
Some new town to be found
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Whompt Out On You
You're on my mind every day
Nighttime too
I can't get a thing done for thinkin' of you
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I believe I'm whompt out on you
Whompt out on you yeah
You know you really sock it to me
My head is spinnin' around
You know you're too much girl alright
You know you really put me down uh
I don't know what I'm gonna do y'all
I believe I'm whompt out on you
Whompt out on you
Don't you know I can't sleep at night I roll all over my bed
I need you to hold me tight
I think I'm goin' out of my head y'all
Oh I need you
Uh I want you
Uh Lord...
Don't Steal My Love
Don't steal my love like a thief in the night
And don't leave me in the dark searchin' for your light
If you take from me give somethin' in return
Don't be so cold while my fire burns
Touch me like the wind
Slip right through my hands
And don't take my seeds from me
And leave me like some barren land
If you take from me
Give somethin' in return
Don't be cold while my fire burns
Don't steal my love, don't steal my love
Don't steal my love, don't steal my love, don't steal love
When our night is over and the morning's on my face
Go from me softly leave without a trace
Don't take my heart with you
Don't take my heart with you
Don't take my soul with you
Don't steal my love, don't steal my love
Don't steal my love, don't steal it
Ah uh
When our night is over and the morning's on my face
Go from me softly leave without a trace
Don't take my arms with you, don't take my heart with you
Don't take my soul with you
Don't take me, don't take me, don't leave me with nothing
Don't steal it, don't steal it, oh don't steal it!
Polk Salad Annie
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Down in Louisiana
Where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl, that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
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Polk Salad Annie, Polk Salad Annie
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Everybody said it was a shame
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'Cause her Mama was working on the chain-gang
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A mean, vicious woman
Every day 'fore supper time
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess o' polk salad
And carry it home in a tote-sack
Polk Salad Annie, 'gators got your Granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her Mama was working on the chain-gang
A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman
Lord have mercy!
Her daddy was lazy and no 'count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk Salad Annie... the 'gators got your Granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her Mama was working on the chain-gang
Sock a little polk salad to me...
You know I need a mean mess of it...
Little Green Apples
<Bobby Russell>
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I wake up in the morning
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With my hair down in my eyes and she say "Hi!"
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And I stumble over to the breakfast table
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While the kids are going off to school, goodbye
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And she reaches out an' takes my hand, squeezes it and says
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"How you feelin' Hon?"
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And I look across at smiling lips
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That warm my heart and I see my morning sun
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And if that's not loving me
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Then all I've gotta say
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
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Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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And when myself is feelin' low
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I think about a face, a glow, and it eases my mind
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And sometimes I call her up at home
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Knowing all the time that she's busy
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And I ask her if she could get away
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And maybe meet me somewhere, And we can get a bite to eat
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And you know she always drops what she's doing
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And hurries down to meet me
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And I'm always late
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But she sits waiting patiently
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And she smiles when she first sees me, 'cause she is made that way
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And if that is not loving me
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Then all I've got to say
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
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There is no such thing as make believe
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Puppy-dogs and autumn leaves
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And BB guns
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Oh God didn't make little green apples
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And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime...
