The First Mrs. Jones Lyrics - Rca Country Legends: Porter Wagoner - Porter Wagoner

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 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 want to come go with me 

After all you are the Second Mrs Jones