Sam Jones Blues

Sam Jones Blues - Bessie Smith

Written by：Bernard/Turk/Robinson

Who's that knockin' on that door

Jones

You better get away from that door

I don't know nobody named Jones

You're in the right church brother but the wrong pew

Sam Jones left his lawful wife just to step around

Came back home 'bout a year

Took it for his high brown

Went to his accustomed shore

And he knocked his knuckles sore

His wife she came but to his shame

She knew his face no more

Sam said I'm your husband dear

But she said Dear that's strange to hear

You ain't talkin' to Mrs Jones

You speakin' to Miss Wilson now

I used to be your lawful mate

But the judge done changed my fate

Was a time you could a' walked right in

And call this place your home sweet home

But now it's all mine for all time

I'm free and livin' all alone

Don't need your clothes

Don't need your rent

Don't need your ones and twos

Though I ain't rich

I know my stitch

I earned my

Strutting

Shoes

Say hand me the key that unlocks my front door

Because that bell don't read Sam Jones no more no

You ain't talkin' to Mrs Jones

You speakin' to Miss Wilson now