It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day
I was out chopping cotton and my brother was baling hay
And at dinner time, we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered at the back door "Y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this morning from Choctaw Ridge
Today Billy Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

Papa said to mama as he passed around the black-eyed peas
"Well Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please
There are five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And mama said it was a shame about Billie Joe anyhow
"Seems like nothing ever comes up to no good on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billie Joe McAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County Picture Show
And wasn't I talking to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right.
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge
And now you tell me Billy Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie 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 Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billie Joe were throwing something off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

A year has come and gone since we heard the news 'bout 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 spent a lot of time picking flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water of the Tallahatchie Bridge