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
