Sam Jones' Blues

Sam Jones left his lawful wife, just to step around Came back home, 'bout a year Took it for his high ground Went to his accustomed door Then he knocked his knuckles sore To his surprise he realised She was his wife no more Sam said, "I'm your husband, dear" But she said, "Dear, that's strange to hear" 'Cause you ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now I used to be your lawful maiden But the judge done changed my fate There was a time you could've walked right on 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 I don't need your rent, don't need your clothes Don't need your ones and twos Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch I earned my strutting shoes So, hand me the key that unlocks my front door 'Cause that bell don't read Sam Jones no more You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now