Sam Jones' Blues Lyrics - Cécile Mclorin Salvant

(Spoken: 

Who's that knockin' on that door 

Jones? 

You better get away from that door 

I don't know nobody named Jones 

You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew) 

Sam Jones left his lawful wife, just to step around 

Came back home, 'bout a year 

Took it for his high brown 

Went to his accustomed shore 

And he knocked his knuckles sore 

His wife she came, but to his shame 

She knew his face no more 

Sam said, "I'm your husband, dear" 

But she said, "Dear, that's strange to hear" 

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You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones 

You speakin' to Miss Wilson now 

I used to be your lawful mate 

But the judge done changed my fate 

Was a time you could-a' walked right in 

And call this place your home sweet home 

But now it's all mine, for all time 

I'm free and livin' all alone 

Don't need your clothes, don't need your rent 

Don't need your ones and twos 

Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch 

I earned my strutting shoes 

Say, hand me the key that unlocks my front door 

Because that bell don't read Sam Jones no more, no 

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones 

You speakin' to Miss Wilson now 

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