Jody and the Kid

kris kristofferson

she would meet me in the morning on my way down to the river
waiting patient by the chinaberry 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 everything I did
but I couldn't keep from smiling when I'd hear somebody saying
"looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid"

even after we grew older we could still be seen together
as we walked along the levy holding hands
for as surely as the season 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
till the morning sun was shining on my bed
and at times when she was sleeping I'd smile when I'd remember
how they use to call us "Jody and the kid"

now the world's a little older and the years have changed the river
cause there's houses where they didn't used to be
and on Sundays I go walking down the pathway to the levy
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 mama did
But it gets a little lonesome when I hear somebody saying
"looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid"