Sometimes I think about the folks back home. And 12 miles of road that I used to roam. Sometimes I think about my crazy Willie Jean. She ever get as far as New Orleans.
We used to spend the summer. On a grassy river bank. And drink hot water from a railroad filling tank. Some nights I lie awake, just thinkin, thinkin about Willie Jean. She ever get as far as New Orleans.
Daddy told me son, I say ya, your gonna come to harm. I'm gonna see you on that Knoxville County Farm. Some nights I lie awake and I'm thinkin, thinkin about my Willie Jean. She ever make it as far as New Orleans.
Some nights I lie awake and I think, think about Willie Jean. She ever get as far as New Orleans. Crazy Willie Jean. Far as New Orleans.