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away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought 
Of she and I being together
on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
still in love with you,
He changed your name from Brown to Jones,
And mine from Brown to blue.

I couldn't keep my tears from falling,
On the courtroom
looked at him with terror and with fear
But to moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of love, ecstasy
from us a song
Now, how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me
Jack's dad
Jack's dad was mad at Jack
Jack's dad didn't understand
This is real love between Tina and Jack

Tina was fast, Tina was bright
Tina was
captivity
Required from us a song
Now, how shall we sing the lord's song in a strange land
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled
a note from my Rosie's hand
And it read I'd rather die than ever hurt you but I'm in love with that tall dark man
So now I walk alone down by the river
Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Now the jury found me guilty
Then
doesn't ever worry about things that she ain't got 
Jack bought himself a brand-new car 
A sporty MG with four on the floor 
Jack worships Janey from
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack

To pal around with democratic fellow named Mac
So take me right back to the track, Jack

Choo
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
And pal around with democratic fellows named Mac
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
the situations from the front to the back
The only job that's open needs a man with a knack
So put it right back in the rack, Jack!

Choo choo, choo choo
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
(hey hey)
Your lips kiss Jack on fire

And when you fall in love with me
We can dig a hole by the willow tree
Then I will fuck you till you die
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley

I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
lips kiss Jack on fire

When you fall in love with me
We can dig a hole by the willow tree
Then, I will fuck you until you die
Bury you and kiss
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
I pal around with democratic fellas named Mac
So take me right back to the track, Jack

Choo
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mack
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
everybody choose)
Weren't even as expensive as mine

The Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle (milk rain)
You Heard me
Drippin from my head to my feet, splashin
Everything
the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mac
Take me right back to the track, Jack

Choo choo, choo choo
you know
How she shakes when she jacks her body
To the sounds of Oran Juice Jones and
Jocelyn Brown

Oh spread your wings before they fall apart
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mack
So, take me right back to the track, Jack