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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 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 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 You ain’t talkin' to Mrs. Jones
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| You speakin' to Miss Wilson now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sam Jones Blues - Original, artist - Bessie Smith. Album song Bessie Smith Selected Hits Vol. 5, in the genre Блюз