The First Mrs. Jones lyrics

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

Tryin' 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 taxi driver 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 walking to the forest

Lookin' for a place to hide her bones

I dug and dug for hours

And then I planted flowers

Right on the top of the First Mrs Jones

Did my little story scare you

Oh, I can see 'cause I'm so near you

Little beads of perspiration 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