Lyrics:

Waiting On June ~ Holly Williams

She was from north Louisiana in the town of Mer Rouge
I fell in love in a week or two it didn't take long to love a girl like that
we were barely ten in the cotton fields playing horseshoe with the colored kids
I tried to kiss her she grabbed a baseball bat
Waiting on June, I hope she comes to see me
waiting on June, I can't take this feeling
waiting on June, I pray to god she'll love me one of these days
I hope I find my way waiting on June
I went off in 42 to fight those boys and pay my dues
her wallet picture kept my spirits high
charley boy died in my arms, he saw Jesus I saw blood
it soaked her wallet picture that cold night
I told my best friend charley I would kiss his girl goodbye
he made me promise Id go home and make miss June my wife
shaking like a drunk old fool I hopped off of that plane
and I ran home to ask her in the rain
Waiting on June, I hope that she says yes
waiting on June, in her faded summer dress
waiting on June, her daddy shook my hand
and she lit up the moment I pulled out that silver band
waiting on June
Well we married at the Methodist church
found a big white cow and a piece of dirt with pecan trees to build our homestead on
Jolynn, Becky then Donna then Shelby our tiny house was a sanctuary
laughter filled those rooms all day long
Waiting on June, she's putting on her makeup
waiting on June, she's trying to get her hair curled
waiting on June, kids listen to me
you walk on down to Sunday school I'll be there in 15
waiting on June
The time flew by like they said it would
the kids grew fast and the farm did good
Mrs. Bertha made our supper everyday
at noon that silver bell would ring
we'd all say grace and dig on in we always ate together in those days
Oh one by one those kids went off and found a love their own
theres nothing like the joy I knew when they brought their babies home
we'd play all day in the cotton fields with the dogs I raised up right
and end in grandma's kitchen every night
Waiting on June, honey don't burn the bacon
waiting on June, our bellies are a' achin
waiting on June, she turns that fork so slow
and we all had to sit there til the last bite was no more

Holly Williams acoustic guitar, vocal
Gwyneth Paltrow background vocal
Chris Coleman acoustic guitar, background vocal, lap steel