Lyrics Clarissa Jones - Tom Paxton

Clarissa Jones

Clarissa Jones got bit on the heel by a rat and she hit it with a broom
He ran to the corner and stood there grinning like he owned the god damn' room
Clarissa Jones threw an iron at the rat and the rat just seemed to say, «Fine.»
He twitched his tail in the corner and said, «You've got to go to sleep
sometime.»
Clarissa Jones’s kid aged 16 hated his heavy old shoes
He wanted fine strides like the studs on the street, and they’d know he’d been
paying his dues
Clarissa Jones’s kid got busted, she was three days gettin' the news
They gave him a meal, a shower and a uniform, and two old heavy shoes
(CHO:)
Clarissa Jones where are you going
It’s cold and the wind is blowing through your bones
And where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?
Clarissa Jones carried bedpans, swept up, changed sheets and mopped the halls
The doctors said she was a very good worker, Clarissa Jones knew them all
Now Clarissa Jones sits in her window with her paper reading how they burned
the next street flat
She’s reading about the trouble.
She ought to write a letter saying «Hey,
it never happened like that.»
(CHO:)
Clarissa Jones where are you going
It’s cold and the wind is blowing through your bones
And where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?
Mr. William Hawkins rose early, shaved, dressed carefully and drank his tea
He hit the desk at nine thanks to the Board of Opportunity
On his very first day this boss went to great lengths to make him feel at home
And his first assignment was a disposses on Miss Clarissa Jones
(CHO:)
Clarissa Jones where are you going
It’s cold and the wind is blowing through your bones
And where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?
Ah where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?