It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty delta day

I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was baling hay

And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat

And Mama hollered out the back door, "Y'all remember to wipe your feet"

And then she said, "I got some news this morning from Chocktow Ridge

Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahachee Bridge"

Papa said to mama as he passed around the black-eyed peas

"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please

There's five more acres in the lower 40 I got to plow"

And mama said, "It was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow

Seems like nothing ever comes to no good up on Chocktow Ridge

And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahachee Bridge"

Mama said to me, "Child, what's happened to your appetite?

I've been cooking all morning, and you haven't touched a single bite

That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today

Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday

Oh, by the way

He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you, up on Chocktow Ridge

And she and Billy Joe was throwing something off the Tallahachee Bridge"

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A year has come and gone since we heard the news about Billy Joe

Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo

There was a virus going 'round, papa caught it and he died last spring

And now mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything

And me, I spend a lot of time picking flowers up on Chocktow Ridge

And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahachee Bridge