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 'til November
Then one day she just took out on her own.

I followed her to Savannah
New Orleans and then Atlanta
Everyday I begged her to come home
Pretty soon I started drinking
Trying hard to keep from thinking
Just how much I loved the first Mrs Jones.

(Talk)
It was cold and dark one morning
Just before the day was dawning
When I staggered from a cabin to a phone
When she picked up the receiver
I said you're going to come back or either They're going to be calling you the
late Mrs Jones.

I put a pistol in my jacket
Stumbled out and hailed a taxi
I told the taxi driver to take me to her home
I remember walking proudly
Everybody said I yelled out loudly
Come on out or I'm going to come in, Mrs Jones
The next thing I recall was walking through a forest
Looking for a place to hide her bones
I dug and dug for hours and then I planted flowers
Right on top of the first Mrs Jones.

Did my little story scare you?
Oh Yes, I can see 'cause I'm so near you
Little beads of perspiration dots your clothes
Aren't you sorry now, that you left me?
Really now, don't you want to come go with me?
After all, you are the second ...Mrs Jones.