Sam Jones’ Blues Songtext
von Cécile McLorin Salvant

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