Sometimes I think about all the folks back home That 12 mile road that I used to roam Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie G Wondering if she made it down to New Hollywood Whenever I think about the folks back then You know I wonder if they still have that old county band Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie G Wondering if she made it down to New Hollywood 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 G Wondering if she made it down to New Hollywood The folks back there say why you come to Harlem Now here I am sitting here on this cotton farm Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie G Wondering if she made it down to New Hollywood Oh Willie G, Willie G, won't you come back, come back to me Here I am sitting here on this cotton farm Willie G, Willie G, won't you come back, come on help me now *