was the son of an old man,
he never never had a dime
Making his living off of black land,
but he always seemed to make out fine
Laying down all his sweet talk,
you know he was a lady's man
till he got caught stealing
So tell him when his boys
tell him he's coming home
To the hills and the fields
the Lord had been gone so long
Tell him when his boys are coming,
tell him that he's on his way
Well, if the old chatter mind
was preaching on a Sunday
But Willie boy couldn't be found
Cause the law came and took him away
I seen him riding out of town, yeah
Four gray walls and a bunk bed
Now Willie had to pay his dues
Two to five years and a hard head
Got Willie back his walking shoe
So tell him Willie Boy's a comin'
Tell him that he's comin' home
To the hills and the fields
The Lord's been gone so long
Yeah, tell him Willie Boy's a comin'
Tell him that he's on his way
If the old chatter mind makes it in on time
Tell him when he's coming home to stay
Tell him when his boys are coming,
tell him he's coming home
To the hills and the fields,
oh Lord, he's been gone so long
Tell him when his boys are coming,
tell him that he's on his way
That if the old Chatham line
Tell him Willie's coming home to stay
I'll meet the old gentleman,
