Sometimes I think about old folks back home
That 12 mile road that I used to roam.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
Whenever I think about the folks back there
You know I wonder if they still have that old county fair.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
We used to watch riverboats from a grassy bank
Drinking hot water from a railroad filling tank.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
The folk back there say why you come to harm
Now here I am sitting here on this county farm.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean would you come back to me
Here I am sitting here on this county farm.
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean would you come back
Come on help me now.
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Sometimes I think about old folks back home
That 12 mile road that I used to roam.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
Whenever I think about the folks back there
You know I wonder if they still have that old county fair.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
We used to watch riverboats from a grassy bank
Drinking hot water from a railroad filling tank.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
The folk back there say why you come to harm
Now here I am sitting here on this county farm.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean would you come back to me
Here I am sitting here on this county farm.
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean would you come back
Come on help me now.
That 12 mile road that I used to roam.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
Whenever I think about the folks back there
You know I wonder if they still have that old county fair.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
We used to watch riverboats from a grassy bank
Drinking hot water from a railroad filling tank.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
The folk back there say why you come to harm
Now here I am sitting here on this county farm.
Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans.
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean would you come back to me
Here I am sitting here on this county farm.
Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean would you come back
Come on help me now.
Writer: ESPOSITO, GILBERT, SCALA, THEILHELM, Emil Thielhelm, Michael Esposito, Ronald Gilbert, Ralph Lynn Scala
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Performed By: Blues Magoos
Length: 3:35
Written by: ESPOSITO, GILBERT, SCALA, THEILHELM, Emil Thielhelm, Michael Esposito, Ronald Gilbert, Ralph Lynn Scala