Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbours a long time back   They lived down the road from us in a shack just like our shack   We worked the fields together, learned to count on each other   When you live off the land you ain't got time to think of another man's color      The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine   That was another place and another time      Sit out on the front porch every evening when the sun went down   Willie would play and Laura would sing and them younguns'd dance around   I'd bring out my guitar and we'd play on through the night   Every now and then ol' Willie would grin and say, "Boy, you play all right"      The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine   That was another place and another time      The years rolled past our land and took back what they'd given   We all knew we'd had to move if we were gonna make a livin'   So we all moved off and went about our separate ways   It sure was hard to say goodbye to Willie and Laura Mae      The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine   That was another place and another time      The years rolled past our doors and we heard of them no more   When I saw Willie downtown the other day   Said, "Y'all stop right by now we could all sit down and eat by   Sure love to see your children and Laura Mae"      Shook his head real slow and his eyes were kind   This is another place and another time      The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine   That was another place and another time