The First Mrs. Jones - Remastered

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 taxidriver 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
 Then 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 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
 Really now doesn't you wanna come go with me
 After all you are the Second Mrs Jones