Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it   So I'll call her the first Mrs. Jones   We were married in September and it lasted till November   Then one day she just took out on her own      I followed her to Savannah, New Orleans and then Atlanta   Every day I begged her to come home   Pretty soon I started drinking, tryin' hard to keep from thinking   Just how much I loved the first Mrs. Jones      It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was dawning   When I staggered from a tavern to a phone   When she picked up her receiver, I said you're gonna come back or   Either they're gonna be calling you the late Mrs. Jones      I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxi   I told the taxi driver to take me to her home   I remember walkin' proudly, everybody said I yelled out loudly   Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs. Jones      The next thing I recall was walking to the forest   Lookin' for a place to hide her bones   I dug and dug for hours and then I planted flowers   Right on the top of the first Mrs Jones      Did my little story scare you   Oh, oh, oh yes I can see 'cause I'm so near you   Little beads of perspiration dot your clothes      Aren't you sorry now that you left me   Really now don't you wanna come go with me   After all you are the second Mrs. Jones