Gordon Bok - Jones

Boys, I ^Chad a friend by the ^A7name of Jones And his ^D7eyes they ^Gsure was ^Cround I took old Jones for my ^A7personal pal Don't you ^D7see what Jones has ^Gdone?

Now ^CJones he hung around me like a ^A7hungry hound Took my ^D7woman and he ^Gleft this ^Ctown And now I ^A7wonder, if anybody ^D7in here Can tell me ^Gif they've seen old ^CJones

Jones, oh ^A7Jones, oh you ^Dknow you ^Gcan't last ^Clong Jones, oh ^A7Jones, you better ^D7bring my woman back ^Ghome

I'm going to ^Cpowder up my ^Fpistol Going to ^Cbuy me Gatling ^Fgun I'm going to ^Cmeet you, Jones ^F You know there ^Cain't no use to ^Frun When ^CI get through with you Every^A7body going to ^D7moan, "^GJones, oh ^CJones"

Jones, oh ^A7Jones, oh you ^Dknow you ^Gcan't last ^Clong Jones, oh ^A7Jones, you better ^D7bring my woman back ^Ghome

I'm going to ^Ckeep you to my^Fself I'm going to ^Ckill you dead and ^Fbury you Going to ^Cdig you up for ^Ffun I'm going to ^Cstand and let the ^Fbuzzards Pick the ^Cmeat off your ^Fbones When ^CI get through with you Every^A7body going to ^D7moan, "^GJones, oh ^CJones."

Jones, oh ^A7Jones, oh you ^Dknow you ^Gcan't last ^Clong Jones, oh ^A7Jones, you better ^D7bring my woman back ^Ghome

That ^CJones, he always ^Ftold me That he ^Cwas my personal ^Fpal But ^Cnow that son of ^Fbum he come And ^Cstole away me ^Fgal

Oh yes, I'm ^Cup and down the ^Ftown Just ^Clooking for that ^Fbum I'm going to ^Cmeet you, Jones ^F I'm going to ^Cgive the buzzards ^Ffun When ^CI get through with you Every^A7body going to ^D7moan, "^GJones, oh ^CJones."

Jones, oh ^A7Jones, oh you ^Dknow you ^Gcan't last ^Clong Jones, oh ^A7Jones, you better ^D7bring my woman back ^Ghome

I even ^Ctake you to my ^Fplace I ^Cgive you room to ^Fstay But ^Cnow you son of ^Fbum You took my ^Cgal and gone a^Fway

I'm going to ^Cpowder up my ^Fpistol Going to ^Cbuy me Gatling ^Fgun I'm going to ^Cmeet you, Jones ^F You know there it ^Cain't no use to ^Frun

I got the ^CArmy Sergeant ^Fwith me Got the ^Cundertaker ^Ftoo I got the ^Cstudent doctors ^Foffering me ^CMoney for you ^F

I'm going to ^Ckeep you to my^Fself I'm going to ^Ckill you dead and ^Fbury you I'm going to ^Cdig you up for ^Ffun I'm going to ^Cstand and let the ^Fbuzzards Pick the ^Cmeat off your ^Fbones

^CTake my wedding ^Fbutcher knife And ^Ccut you through and ^Fthrough I'm going to ^Cchop you into ^Fpieces Just ^Cbig enough for ^Fstew When ^CI get through with you Every^A7body going to ^D7moan, "^GJones, oh ^CJones"