Hang Jones Comin' Round
Comin' Round
I got home this morning, she was waiting there
"Don't you even bother coming round my bed" she said
Darling don't you worry, I'll be your best man
I won't ever leave you here alone again
Cause I feel like coming round
I woke up next morning
She was smiling bright
I asked for them car keys I felt like taking a little
ride
She got auful nasty
Went and get my gun
What she calls burning bridges I call having a little fun
Cause I feel like coming round
Well I guess I done it this time
She's gone
