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 river boats
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 folks back there say
Why [bad word] to home
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 [bad word] back to me
Here I'm sitting here on this county farm
Willie Jean, Willie Jean
Would [bad word] [bad word] on, help me now