Wagoner Porter

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