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First Mrs. Jones
(Bill Anderson)
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it
So I'll call her the First Mrs, Jones
We were married in September and it lasted till November
Then one day she just took out on her own.
I followed her to Savannah New Orleans and then Atlanta
Every day I begged her to come home
Pretty soon I started drinking trying hard to keep from thinking
Just how much I loved the First Mrs. Jones.
It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was dawning
When I staggered from a tavern to a phone
When she picked up her receiver I said you're gonna come back or either
They're gonna be calling you the Late Mrs. Jones.
I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxi
I told the taxidriver to take me to her home
I remember walkin' proudly everybody said I yelled out loudly
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs. Jones.
Then next thing I recall was walkin' to the forest
Lookin' for a place to hide her bones
I dug and dug for hours and then I planted flowers
Right on top of the First Mrs. Jones.
Did my little story scare you, oh yes, I can see 'cause I'm so near you
Little beads of persperation dot your clothes
Aren't you sorry now that you left me
Really now doesn't you wanna come go with me
After all you are the Second Mrs. Jones...
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After all you are the Second Mrs. Jones...
Really now doesn't you wanna come go with me
Aren't you sorry now that you left me
Little beads of persperation dot your clothes
Did my little story scare you, oh yes, I can see 'cause I'm so near you
Right on top of the First Mrs. Jones.
I dug and dug for hours and then I planted flowers
Lookin' for a place to hide her bones
Then next thing I recall was walkin' to the forest
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs. Jones.
I remember walkin' proudly everybody said I yelled out loudly
I told the taxidriver to take me to her home
I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxi
They're gonna be calling you the Late Mrs. Jones.
When she picked up her receiver I said you're gonna come back or either
When I staggered from a tavern to a phone
It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was dawning
Just how much I loved the First Mrs. Jones.
Pretty soon I started drinking trying hard to keep from thinking
Every day I begged her to come home
I followed her to Savannah New Orleans and then Atlanta
Then one day she just took out on her own.
We were married in September and it lasted till November
So I'll call her the First Mrs, Jones
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it
(Bill Anderson)
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