The Ballad of Billy Joe McGee

My name is Billy Joe McGee

I’m six days short of twenty three

Momma died a year ago

Now Daddy’s tired and getting slow

He spends his days in grieving.

I planted weed in the field out back

In the shelter of this shot-gun shack

The Sheriff came and burned the plants

Left me with dust and ash and ants

And now I’m thinking about leaving.

 

I could drift on down to Mexico

If I only knew which way to go

Now I ain’t never been down there before

The Fact is, I ain’t been nowhere much at all

And I’ve taken to drinking.

 

So I sit here looking at the door

Then I sit here just a little bit more

The sun’s going down behind the hill

And when it’s gone I’ll be sitting still

Ain’t just the sun that is sinking.

My name is Billy Joe McGee

I’m six days short of twenty three

Momma died a year ago

Now Daddy’s tired and getting slow

He spends his days in grieving.

© Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte

All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte

Harmonicas by Rudi Somerlove

Video by Rudi

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