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verse 1
She would mGeet me in the mornin' on my way down to the river,
Waiting patient by the China Berry tAmree; D
With her fAmeet already duDsty from the paAmthway to the leDvee,
And her liAmttle blue jeans roDlled up to her kDnees.
I'd pGay her no attEm7ention as she taGgged along bEm7eside me,
Trying hGard to copy ev'G7rything I dCid;
But I coAmuldn't keep from smiling wDhen I'd hear soAmmebody sayDing:
"Look a-Amyonder; there goes JDody and the kGid."
verse 2
After we grew older, we could still be seen together,
As we walked along the levee holding hands;
For as surely as the seasons, she was changin' to a woman,
And I'd lived enough to call myself a man.
And she often lay beside me, in the coolness of the evening,
'Til the morning sun was shining on my bed;
And at times, when she was sleeping,
I would smile when I'd remember,
How they used to call us "Jody and the kid."
verse 3
Now, the wGorld's a little olEm7der, and the yeGars have changed the rEm7iver,
'Cos there's hGouses where they didn't uEm7sed to be;Am D
And on SuAmndays I go walDking down the pAmathway to the lDevee,
With anAmother little gDirl who follows mGe.
And it mGakes the old folks smEm7ile to see her tGag along bEm7eside me,
Doing liGttle things tG7he way her MaCmma did.
But it gAmets a little lDonesome, when I Amhear somebody saDying:
"Look yoAmnder; there goes JDody and the kGid."
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