Mr. Jones
By Big Al Downing

Capo 1


          D                                                     G
He was an old black country farmer driving home another load of hay
        A                                        D
When he came upon an accident on a lonely county highway
         D   
He could hear a baby cryin', see the folks as they lay dyin'
                                   G
And the mother said with her final breath
    A
The baby has no kin, won't you please take him in
                                    D
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:
       D                           G
I'm in trouble come and get me Mr. Jones
           D                                        A
You're the only one to help me in this world, I'm so alone
      D                           G 
Yes I love you and I need you Mr. Jones
       D                A          D
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

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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

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