Текст песни Willie Jean - Gram Parsons

I think about the folks back home
About the twelve mile road that I used to roam
Sometimes I think about the little Willie Gene
Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
Yeah

Sometimes I think about the folks back there
Do they stil have the same old County Fair?
Sometimes I think about silly Willie Jean
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 the little Willie Jean
Did she ever get as far as New Orleans?
Yeah
Yes