Collected from Chlae Michael

August 20, 1939.





Wild Bill Jones





1. As I was walking around one day

I met up with a wild Bill Jones;

He was walking and talking with my Lula girl,

And I bade him to leave her alone.





2. He said, "My age is twenty-three,

Too old to be controlled."

I drew my pistol from my side

And destroyed that poor boy's soul.





3. He rocked, he realed, he staggered to the ground,

He gave one dying groan;

He cast his eyes on my Lula girl,

Saying, "Lula I've left you alone."





4. I've got one dollar in my pocket book,

And a forty-four in my hand;

So come along , boys, let's have a drink

While I have this money to spend.





5. Pasa around your only bottle

And we'll all get on a spree;

To-day was\the last of that wild Bill Jones

And to-morrow'll be the last of me.



 

6. My honey she wrote me a letter

Saying, "Darling, can't you make bail?"

I wrote her well another one

Saying, "Darling, I've done got bail."





7. My honey she wrote me another one

Saying, "Darling, what might your bail be?"

My woman she sent me a ten dollar bill

Saying, "Darling, come back home to me."





8. I got out of/jail this morning,

Pretty girls all standing 'round;

If I don't get my Lula girl

I'll always be rambling around.





9. I was on that old train when she broke\her reply,

I was on her when she whistled for you;

She went 'round the curve and strained every nerve,

This old engine's going to carry me away.