Lyrics:

Sometimes I think about
old folks back home
That 12 mile road that I used to roam
Sometimes I think about
that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down
to New Orleans

Whenever I think about
the folks back there
You know I wonder
if they still have that old county fair

Sometimes I think about
that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down
to New Orleans

We used to watch river boats
From a grassy bank
Drinking hot water
from a railroad filling tank

Sometimes I think about
that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down
to New Orleans

The folks back there say
Why you come to home
Now here I am
Sitting here on this county farm

Sometimes I think about
that girl named Willie Jean
Wondering if she made it down
to New Orleans

Oh, Willie Jean, Willie Jean
Would you come back to me
Here I'm sitting here on this county farm
Willie Jean, Willie Jean
Would you come back
Come on, help me now