Letras
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door, "You all, remember to wipe your feet!"
And then she said, "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billie Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
Papa said to Mama, as he passed around the black-eyed peas
"Hell, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plough"
And Mama said it was shame about Billie Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now, you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And I saw him at the sawmill yesterday up on Choctaw Ridge
And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
Mama said to me, "Child, what's happened to your appetite?
Well, I've been cookin' all mornin', and you haven't touched a single bite
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, stopped by today
And he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
Well, he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billie Joe was throwin' somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
A year has come and gone since we heard the news about Billie Joe
My brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going around, Papa caught it, and he died last spring
And now Mama doesn't seem to want to do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
I dropped them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge
I dropped them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge
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