Willie Jean

Sometimes I think about folks back home

That twelve mile road now that I used to roam

Sometimes I think about a girl named Willie Gene

Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?

Sometimes I think about the folks back there

Do they stil have the County Fair?

Sometimes I think about silly Willie Gene

Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?

We used to pick flowers on a grassy bank

Drink water from a railway fillin' tank

Sometimes I would come to arms

Now I sit here on this County Farm

Sometimes I think about little Willie Gene

Did she ever get as far as New Orleans