Porter WagonerThe First Mrs. Jones

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 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 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 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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