Jones

© Blake Alphonso Higgs

Doug Day of Swan's Island, Maine, tells me that Jones is included on a 78 that his parents brought back from their honeymoon in Nassau, Bahamas, where they listened to Blind Blake every night. In the original recording a dog (named "Music") that accompanied the singer at his gigs at the Royal Victorian Hotel is apparently evident on the record. I can't remember where I learned this song.

Gordon – 12-string guitar

Boys, I had a friend by the name of Jones,

and his eyes they sure was round

I took old Jones for my personal pal,

don't you see what Jones has done?

Now Jones he hung around me like a hungry hound,

took my woman and he left this town

And now I wonder, if anybody in here can tell me

if they've seen old Jones.

Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long

Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home

I'm going to powder up my pistol,

going to buy me Gatling gun

I'm going to meet you, Jones,

you know there ain't no use to run

When I get through with you

everybody going to moan: "Jones, oh Jones."

Jones, oh Jones –(chorus)

I'm going to keep you to myself,

I'm going to kill you dead and bury you

Going to dig you up for fun

I'm going to stand and let the buzzards pick the meat off your bones

When I get through with you

everybody going to moan: "Jones, oh Jones."

Jones, oh Jones – (chorus)

That Jones, he always told me

that he was my personal pal

But then that son of bum he come

and stole away me gal

Oh yes I'm up and down the town,

just looking for that bum

I'm going to meet you, Jones,

I'm going to give the buzzards fun

everybody going to moan: "Jones, oh Jones."

Jones, oh Jones – (chorus)

I even take you to my place –

I give you room to stay

But now you son of bum

you took my gal and gone away

I'm going to powder up my pistol,

going to buy me Gatling gun

I'm going to meet you, Jones,

you know there it ain't no use to run

I got the Army Sergeant with me,

got the undertaker too

I got the student doctors

offering me money for you

I'm going to keep you to myself

I'm going to kill you dead and bury you

Going to dig you up for fun

I'm going to stand

and let the buzzards pick the meat off your bones

I'm going to take my wedding butcher knife

and cut you through and through

I'm going to chop you into pieces

just big enough for stew

And when I get through with you,

everybody going to moan: "Jones, oh Jones."

Jones is recorded on the album In the Kind Land