Willie Jean Lyrics

I think about, the folks back home
About the twelve mile road, that I used to roam
Sometimes I think about, little Willie Gene
Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
Sometimes I think about the folks back there
Do they stil have the same old 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

Folks said I, I would come to arms
Now I sit here on this County Farm
And sometimes I think about, little Willie Gene
Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?