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