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