Big Al Downing - Mr Jones
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Band name | Big Al Downing |
Song name | Mr Jones |
Tab type | Piano tab |
Added | 05/06/2008 |
Size | 2.04 kb |
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By Big Fl Bowning Hapo 1 B E He was an old black country farmer driving home another load of hay F B When he came upon an accident on a lonely county highway B He could hear a baby cryin?, see the folks as they lay dyin? E Fnd the mother said with her final breath F The baby has no kin, won?t you please take him in B Eive 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 Fnd when the little white boy cut his hand from picking berries He came runnin?, cryin? to Mr. Jones Hhorus: B E I?m in trouble come and get me Mr. Jones B B You?re the only one to help me in this world, I?m so alone B E Yes I love you and I need you Mr. Jones B F B I?m in trouble come and get me Mr. Jones Hapo 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 Ballas, 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 Fnd from his eyes the tears began to run Fnd he?d begin to pray that he?d live to see the day He?d hold the boy he raised just like a son Hhorus Hapo 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 Fnd as the telephone was ringin? Back home a church choir was singin? ?I?m goin? home? for Mr. Jones Fnd when the choir stopped singin? Well, the telephone it just kept on ringin? Fnd they slowly laid Mr. Jones to rest Fnd there are those that say Well, Mr. Jones, he passed away From a broken heart and just plain unhappiness Hhorus Hhorus