She would meet me in the mornin' on my way down to the river,
Waiting patient by the China Berry tree;
With her feet already dusty from the pathway to the levee,
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees.
I'd pay her no attention as she tagged along beside me,
Trying hard to copy ev'rything I did;
"Look a-yonder; there goes Jody and the kid."
(verse 2)
Now, the world's a little older, and the years have changed the river,
'Cos there's houses where they didn't used to be;
And on Sundays I go walking down the pathway to the levee,
With another little girl who follows me.
And it makes the old folks smile to see her tag along beside me,
Doing little things the way her Mamma did.
"Look yonder; there goes Jody and the kid."