I'm Gonna Make You Mine
The Shadows of Knight Lyrics


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Sometimes I think about
The folks back home
And twelve miles of road
I used to roam

Sometimes I think about
My crazy Willie Jean
She ever get as far as New Orleans

We used to spend the summer
On a grassy riverbank
And drink hard water
From a rare old fillin' tank

Sometimes I think about
My crazy Willie Jean
Will she ever get as far as New Orleans?

Daddy told me, son
I see you're gonna come to harm
I'm gonna see you on that natural county farm

Sometimes I think about
That crazy Willie Jean
She ever get as far as New Orleans

Sometimes I lie awake
And I cry, I think about Willie Jean
Oh, she ever get as far as New Orleans





Mmm, mmm, please Willie Jean, as far as New Orleans

Overall Meaning

The Shadows of Knight's song "I'm Gonna Make You Mine" depicts the singer's nostalgic recollection of his youth in which he roamed about twelve miles of road with his friends, reminiscing about the past and his crazy Willie Jean. The singer and Willie Jean used to spend their summers on a grassy riverbank, drinking hard water from a rare old filling tank. The lyrics are filled with longing and regret for the past that the singer left behind.


The song's title, "I'm Gonna Make You Mine," contrasts with the melancholic, wistful tone of the lyrics. The singer is yearning for something that he can't have, or possibly for something that he's lost. It's unclear whether Willie Jean ever made it to New Orleans, but the uncertainty adds to the song's overall nostalgic feel.


The song paints a vivid picture of youth, with its long days spent swimming in a river and drinking water from a filling tank. However, the lyrics take a darker turn when the singer remembers his father's warning that he will come to harm and end up on a natural county farm. The juxtaposition of youthful innocence and adult warnings gives the song a sense of melancholy.


Line by Line Meaning

Sometimes I think about
The singer occasionally remembers something from their past.


The folks back home
The people from their hometown.


And twelve miles of road
A specific distance they used to travel.


I used to roam
The artist used to wander around.


My crazy Willie Jean
Referring to a person the artist knew.


She ever get as far as New Orleans
Wondering if Willie Jean traveled to New Orleans.


We used to spend the summer
Talking about how they used to pass their time.


On a grassy riverbank
Where they would spend their summers.


And drink hard water
Consuming water that was not clean and had minerals, making it hard.


From a rare old fillin' tank
Where they used to get water from.


Daddy told me, son
The singer's father advised them.


I see you're gonna come to harm
The father foresees trouble for the artist.


I'm gonna see you on that natural county farm
The father imagines the singer getting into trouble and being sent to a rural correctional facility.


Sometimes I lie awake
The singer experiences insomnia from thinking too much.


And I cry, I think about Willie Jean
The singer becomes so emotional, that they break down and cry when thinking of Willie Jean.


Oh, she ever get as far as New Orleans
Continuing to wonder if Willie Jean ever made it to New Orleans.


Mmm, mmm, please Willie Jean, as far as New Orleans
A plea to Willie Jean to make it to New Orleans, indicating some level of worry or concern.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BILLY CARR, CARL DERRICO, CAROLE SAGER

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@impalaman9707

The heaviest song of 1966!!

@ianknapp6049

Jimmy S and the Shadows the best garage band ever!

@OldMod67

Massive fave for years. In 1995 UK mod/r&b combo The Clique finally released an LP which included a fantastic version of this,which I ended up preferring (sorry purists!) Give it listen...

@ferdinandhiro3474

I knew the band singer had died last year…
Big respect.
R.I.P.

@worldwidehey

Sounds like the drums are falling down the stairs...one of the first punk rock songs

@joemaliska5851

They do a version of got my mojo workin that sounds as if drummer is having a fit. Fuckin ace πŸ‘πŸ»

@geokrpan7527

R.I.P. Jim Sohns, the singer, died 7/29/2022 age 75.

@UnViejoImpala

He did something great. RIP.

@robertstickler8533

Gone but not Forgotten R.I.P.

@gasparucciox9706

real r.n.r !!!!!

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