WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Gordon Bok - Jones Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro]
Gadd9
[Verse]
C A7
Boys, I had a friend by the name of Jones
D7 G C
And his eyes they sure was round
A7
I took old Jones for my personal pal
D7 G
Don't you see what Jones has done?
[Verse]
C A7
Now Jones he hung around me like a hungry hound
D7 G C
Took my woman and he left this town
A7 D7
And now I wonder, if anybody in here
G C
Can tell me if they've seen old Jones
[Chorus]
A7 D G C
Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long
A7 D7 G
Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home
[Verse]
C F
I'm going to powder up my pistol
C F
Going to buy me Gatling gun
C F
I'm going to meet you, Jones
C F
You know there ain't no use to run
C
When I get through with you
A7 D7 G C
Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones"
[Chorus]
A7 D G C
Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long
A7 D7 G
Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home
[Verse]
C F
I'm going to keep you to myself
C F
I'm going to kill you dead and bury you
C F
Going to dig you up for fun
C F
I'm going to stand and let the buzzards
C F
Pick the meat off your bones
C
When I get through with you
A7 D7 G C
Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones."
[Chorus]
A7 D G C
Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long
A7 D7 G
Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home
[Verse]
C F
That Jones, he always told me
C F
That he was my personal pal
C F
But now that son of bum he come
C F
And stole away me gal
[Verse]
C F
Oh yes, I'm up and down the town
C F
Just looking for that bum
C F
I'm going to meet you, Jones
C F
I'm going to give the buzzards fun
C
When I get through with you
A7 D7 G C
Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones."
[Chorus]
A7 D G C
Jones, oh Jones, oh you know you can't last long
A7 D7 G
Jones, oh Jones, you better bring my woman back home
[Verse]
C F
I even take you to my place
C F
I give you room to stay
C F
But now you son of bum
C F
You took my gal and gone away
[Verse]
C F
I'm going to powder up my pistol
C F
Going to buy me Gatling gun
C F
I'm going to meet you, Jones
C F
You know there it ain't no use to run
[Verse]
C F
I got the Army Sergeant with me
C F
Got the undertaker too
C F
I got the student doctors offering me
C F
Money for you
[Verse]
C F
I'm going to keep you to myself
C F
I'm going to kill you dead and bury you
C F
I'm going to dig you up for fun
C F
I'm going to stand and let the buzzards
C F
Pick the meat off your bones
[Verse]
C F
Take my wedding butcher knife
C F
And cut you through and through
C F
I'm going to chop you into pieces
C F
Just big enough for stew
C
When I get through with you
A7 D7 G C
Everybody going to moan, "Jones, oh Jones"
