Mr. Jones

By Big Al Downing He was an old black country farmer driving home another load of hay When he came upon an accident on a lonely county highway He could hear a baby cryin?, see the folks as they lay dyin? And the mother said with her final breath The baby has no kin, won?t you please take him in Give him love and give him all your best So he took him to the big house where he worked as a sharecropper From that day on he never was alone And when the little white boy cut his hand from picking berries He came runnin?, cryin? to Mr. Jones Chorus: I?m in trouble come and get me Mr. Jones You?re the only one to help me in this world, I?m so alone Yes I love you and I need you Mr. Jones I?m in trouble come and get me Mr. Jones Capo up to 2 (up ½ step) He grew up and got in trouble with the law and on the double Soon his name was known throughout the land He robbed in Dallas, killed a man in Oklahoma Each time he?d take the phone up in his hand Each time the county sheriff, a part of Mr. Jones would die And from his eyes the tears began to run And he?d begin to pray that he?d live to see the day He?d hold the boy he raised just like a son Chorus Capo up to 3 One Saturday night as he lay in jail From fightin? and just raisin? hell That Saturday mornin? he picked up the phone And as the telephone was ringin? Back home a church choir was singin? ?I?m goin? home? for Mr. Jones And when the choir stopped singin? Well, the telephone it just kept on ringin? And they slowly laid Mr. Jones to rest And there are those that say Well, Mr. Jones, he passed away From a broken heart and just plain unhappiness Chorus Chorus