Sam Jones' Blues

Sam Jones left his lawful wife, just to step around
 Came back home, 'bout a year
 Took it for his high ground
 Went to his accustomed door
 Then he knocked his knuckles sore
 To his surprise he realised
 She was his wife no more
 Sam said, "I'm your husband, dear"
 But she said, "Dear, that's strange to hear"
 'Cause you ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones
 You speakin' to Miss Wilson now
 I used to be your lawful maiden
 But the judge done changed my fate
 There was a time you could've walked right on 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
 I don't need your rent, don't need your clothes
 Don't need your ones and twos
 Though I ain't rich, I know my stitch
 I earned my strutting shoes
 So, hand me the key that unlocks my front door
 'Cause that bell don't read Sam Jones no more
 You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones
 You speakin' to Miss Wilson now