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Who's that knockin' on that door |
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Jones? |
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You better get away from that door |
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I don't know nobody named Jones |
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You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew |
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Sam Jones left his lawful wife, just to step around |
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Came back home, 'bout a year |
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Took it for his high brown |
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Went to his accustomed shore |
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And he knocked his knuckles sore |
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His wife she came, but to his shame |
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She knew his face no more |
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Sam said, "I'm your husband, dear" |
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But she said, "Dear, that's strange to hear" |
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You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones |
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You speakin' to Miss Wilson now |
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I used to be your lawful mate |
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But the judge done changed my fate |
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Was a time you could-a' walked right in |
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And call this place your home sweet home |
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But now it's all mine, for all time |
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I'm free and livin' all alone |
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Don't need your clothes, don't need your rent |
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Don't need your ones and twos |
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Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch |
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I earned my |
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Strutting |
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Shoes |
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Say, hand me the key that unlocks my front door |
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Because that bell don't read Sam Jones no more, no |
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You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones |
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You speakin' to Miss Wilson now |
