Jones

Gadd9 C A7 Boys, I had a friend by the name of Jones D7 G C And his eyes they sure was round A7 I took old Jones for my personal pal D7 G Don't you see what Jones has done? C A7 Now Jones he hung around me like a hungry hound D7 G C Took my woman and he left this town A7 D7 And now I wonder, if anybody in here G C Can tell me if they've seen old Jones A7 D G C Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long A7 D7 G Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home C F I'm going to powder up my pistol C F Going to buy me Gatling gun C F I'm going to meet you, Jones C F You know there ain't no use to run C When I get through with you A7 D7 G C Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones" A7 D G C Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long A7 D7 G Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home C F I'm going to keep you to myself C F I'm going to k**l you dead and bury you C F Going to dig you up for fun C F I'm going to stand and let the buzzards C F Pick the meat off your bones C When I get through with you A7 D7 G C Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones." A7 D G C Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long A7 D7 G Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home C F That Jones, he always told me C F That he was my personal pal C F But now that son of bum he come C F And stole away me gal C F Oh yes, I'm up and down the town C F Just looking for that bum C F I'm going to meet you, Jones C F I'm going to give the buzzards fun C When I get through with you A7 D7 G C Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones." A7 D G C Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long A7 D7 G Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home C F I even take you to my place C F I give you room to stay C F But now you son of bum C F You took my gal and gone away C F I'm going to powder up my pistol C F Going to buy me Gatling gun C F I'm going to meet you, Jones C F You know there it ain't no use to run C F I got the Army Sergeant with me C F Got the undertaker too C F I got the student doctors offering me C F Money for you C F I'm going to keep you to myself C F I'm going to k**l you dead and bury you C F I'm going to dig you up for fun C F I'm going to stand and let the buzzards C F Pick the meat off your bones C F Take my wedding butcher knife C F And cut you through and through C F I'm going to chop you into pieces C F Just big enough for stew C When I get through with you A7 D7 G C Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones"