MR. JONESRecorded by "Big" Al DowningWriter: Al DowningHe was an old black country farmerDriving home another load of hayWhen he came upon an accident on a lonely county highwayHe could hear a baby cryin'See the folks as they lay dyin'And a mother said with her final breath;"The baby has no kin, won't you please take him inGive him love and give him all your best."So he took him to the big houseWhere he worked as a sharecropperFrom that day on he never was aloneAnd when the little white boyCut his hand from pickin' berriesHe came runnin', cryin', to Mr. Jones.CHORUSI'm in trouble, come and get me Mr. JonesYou're the only one to help me in this world, I'm so aloneYes, I love you and I need you, Mr. JonesI'm in trouble, come and get me, Mr. Jones.He grew up and got in troubleWith the law and on the doubleSoon his name was known throughout the landHe robbed a bank in DallasKilled a man in OklahomaEach time he'd take the phone up in his hand.Each time the County Sheriff stopped byA part of Mr. Jones would dieAnd from his eyes the tears began to runAnd he began to pray That he'd live to see the dayHe'd hold the boy, he raised up like a son.CHORUS(SPOKEN)One Saturday night as he lay in jailFor fighting and just raisin' hellThat Sunday morning, he picked up the phoneAnd as the phone was ringin'Back home in church, a choir was singin'I'M GOIN' HOME, for Mr. Jones.And when the choir stopped singin'That telephone just kept on ringin'And they slowly laid Mr. Jones to restAnd there are those that say;Mr. Jones, he passed away, of a broken heartAnd just plain unhappiness.CHORUS(It's too late, he's goin' home)Come and get me Mr. jones(It's too late, he's goin' home)Mr. Jones, please pick up the telephone(It's too late, he's goin' home)Mr. Jones, I need you, Mr. jones(It's too late, they're goin' home)Hey, open this jail, I wanna go home, I wanna go home(It's too late, he's goin' home)Somethin' must have happened to Mr. Jones. [FADE]TAG:(It's too late, they're goin' home)Mr. Jones, come and get me, Mr. Jones.