(Bill Anderson)      (Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones)   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   When one day she just took out on her own.      I followed her to Savannah   Then Mobile and then Atlanta   Every day I begged her please 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   Told taxidriver to take me to her home   I remember walkin' proudly   And everybody said that I yelled out loudly   Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs. Jones.      Then next thing I recall   Was walking through the forest   Lookin' for a place to hide her bones   I dug and dug for hours   And then I planted flowers   Right on top of the first Mrs. Jones.      Did my little story scare you   I can see 'cause I'm so near you   Little beads of persperation dot your clothes   Aren't you sorry now that you left me   Ha really now, don't you wanna come go with me   After all you are the second Mrs. Jones...