Sam Jones' Blues

Sam Jones left his lawful wife

Just to step around

Came back home

About a year

Took it for his high ground

Went to his accustomed door

Then he knocked his knuckles sore

To his surprise, he realized

She was his wife no more

Sam said, "I'm your husband, dear"

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

'Cause you ain't talking to Mrs. Jones

You speaking to Miss Wilson now

I used to be your lawful mate

But the judge done changed my fate

There was a time you coulda walked right on in

And called this place your home sweet home

But now it's all mine, for all time

I'm free and living all alone

I don't need your rent

Don't need your clothes

Don't need your ones and twos

Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch

I earned my strutting shoes

So hand me the key

That unlocks that front door

'Cause that door don't say Sam Jones no more

You ain't talking to Mrs. Jones

You speaking to Miss Wilson now