Sam Jones' Blues

Who's that knockin' on that door
 Jones?
 You better get away from that door
 I don't know nobody named Jones
 You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew
 Sam Jones left his lawfully wife, just to step around
 Came back home, 'bout a year
 Took it for his high brown
 Went to his accustomed shore
 And he knocked his knuckles sore
 His wife she came, but to his shame
 She knew his face no more
 Sam said, "I'm your husband, dear"
 But she said, "Dear, that's strange to hear"
 You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones
 You speakin' to Miss Wilson now
 I used to be your lawfully mate
 But the judge done changed my fate
 Was a time you could-a' walked right 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
 Don't need your clothes, don't need your rent
 Don't need your ones and twos
 Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch
 I earned my strutting shoes
 Say, hand me the key that unlocks my front door
 Because that bell don't read Sam Jones no more, no
 You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones
 You speakin' to Miss Wilson now