The First Mrs. Jones
Echoes of Love Lost: The Tragic Tale of the First Mrs. Jones
Lyrics
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it
Her real first name was Betty but the singer prefers to forget it.
So I'll call her the First Mrs Jones
The singer refers to his ex-wife as the First Mrs. Jones.
We were married in September and it lasted till November
They got married in September, but the marriage only lasted until November.
Then one day she just took out on her own
One day she left on her own, without any apparent reason.
I followed her to Savannah New Orleans and then Atlanta
The singer followed her to Savannah, New Orleans, and Atlanta, pleading for her to come home.
Every day I begged her to come home
Despite the singer's pleas, she did not return.
Pretty soon I started drinking tryin' hard to keep from thinking
The singer turned to drinking to cope with the pain of her absence.
Just how much I loved the First Mrs Jones
Expressing the depth of his love for the First Mrs. Jones.
It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was dawning
On a cold, dark morning, the singer called her with a desperate plea.
When I staggered from a tavern to a phone
After leaving a tavern, he called her, expressing his desire for her to come back.
When she picked up her receiver I said you're gonna come back or either
Warning her that if she doesn't return, she might be referred to as the Late Mrs. Jones.
They're gonna be calling you the Late Mrs Jones
The singer, distressed, puts a pistol in his jacket, hinting at a dark turn of events.
I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxi
He hails a taxi, heading to her home with the intention of confronting her.
I told taxi driver to take me to her home
Directed the taxi driver to take him to her residence.
I remember walkin' proudly everybody said I yelled out loudly
Recalling a moment when he confidently called out for her.
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs Jones
Continuing to demand her presence, indicating his persistence.
Then next thing I recall was walking to the forest
The singer's memory skips, and he finds himself in a forest, possibly in a state of distress.
Lookin' for a place to hide her bones
Searching for a place to hide her remains, hinting at a darker turn of events.
I dug and dug for hours and then I planted flowers
Spending hours digging, planting flowers on top, suggesting a burial.
Right on the top of the First Mrs Jones
The singer symbolically buries the First Mrs. Jones.
Did my little story scare you oh I can see cause I'm so near you
Reflecting on the chilling nature of the story, acknowledging its potential impact on the listener.
Little beads of perspiration dot your clothes
Describing the physical reaction of the listener to the intense narrative.
Aren't you sorry now that you left me
The singer questions if she regrets leaving him in light of the disturbing tale.
Really now doesn't you want to come go with me
Trying to entice her to join him, perhaps in a grim destination.
After all you are the Second Mrs Jones
Explicitly referring to the listener as the Second Mrs. Jones, emphasizing a pattern of failed relationships.
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