Lyrics Sam Jones - Richard Thompson
Me
name
is
Sam
Jones
and
it's
bones
me
occupation
Chuck
your
old
hocks
out
for
my
consideration
Thirty
years
a
bone
man,
up
and
down
the
nation
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
I've
been
among
the
shamrock
and
I've
been
among
the
thistle
I
like
it
all
picked
over,
clean
as
a
whistle
No
sign
of
meat
on,
no
sign
of
gristle
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
I've
seen
battlefields
white
with
human
ivory
Noble
dukes
and
princes
stripped
of
flesh
and
finery
When
the
crows
have
done
their
job,
they
say
that's
the
time
for
me
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
And
I
even
dream
of
bones
when
I'm
lying
very
ill
Roomsfull
of
skeletons
a-dancing
the
quadrille
Rows
and
rows
of
skulls
singing
Blueberry
Hill
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
And
if
you're
unburied,
the
likes
of
me
will
find
you
You're
no
good
to
worms,
but
you
might
become
the
finest
glue
We'll
grind
you
up
and
spread
you
out
as
fertiliser,
too
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
And
I've
got
a
lorry,
it's
me
own
boneshaker
Where's
there
old
knuckle
joints
I'll
be
the
undertaker
I'll
come
calling
'round
just
like
the
butcher
and
the
baker
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
Me
name
is
Sam
Jones
and
it's
bones
me
occupation
Chuck
your
old
hocks
out
for
my
consideration
Thirty
years
a
bone
man,
up
and
down
the
nation
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
Oh,
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones
Sam
Jones
deliver
them
bones

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