Before he died, Jones warned his bride When I’m gone, you behave For every time you trifle, I’ll roll over in my grave Long he’d been gone when she called upon the man that calls the roll When she told him Jonese's last request He cried Bless Your Soul
We’ve got him sister, held down by heavy stones Up here we call that twister Mister Revolvin’ Jones We thought he came from the land of the big cyclones For heaven’s never humdrum with that Revolvin’ Jones
Let his cloud bed stop rolling Tell Jones to sit up straight Then the crowd said we told him, look who’s strolling through the gate We forgive you sister for the vows you didn’t keep Now Revolvin’ Jones can rest his bones and we’ll all get some sleep
Fifty years he’s been turning and watching at the gate Ain’t your ears kind of burning, he’s been talking kind of late We forgive you sister and that’s no idle jest Now Revolvin’ Jones can rest his bones and we’ll all get some rest
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