The First Mrs. Jones Chords by Porter Wagoner

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_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [D] _ _ [A] _
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_ _ _ _ _ Her real first name was Betty, _ but I'd rather _ just forget it, so I'll call her the _ first [A] Mrs.
Jones.
_ _ We were married in September, and it lasted till November. _
Then one day she just took out on [D] her _ own.
_ I followed her to Savannah, _ New Orleans, and then Atlanta. _ _
Every day I begged her to [A] come _ home. _ _ _
Pretty soon I started drinking, _ [F#m] trying [A] hard to keep from thinking _ just how much I loved the first [D] Mrs.
Jones. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It was cold and dark one morning, _ just before the day was dawning, _ when I staggered from the tavern to her phone. _
When [A] she picked up her 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, [F#m] and hailed a taxi.
[A] _
[D] _ 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.
[A] Jones.
_ _ _ _ The next [Em] thing I recall [A] is _ walking through the forest, _ looking for a place to hide her bones. _ _
_ I dug and dug for hours, [G] _ [C#]
[D] and then I planted flowers _ right on top of the first Mrs.
Jones. _ _ _ _ _
Did my little story scare you?
Oh, yes, I can see because I'm so near you.
_ Little beads [A] of perspiration dot 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.
[D] Jones. _ _ _ _ _ _
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