Richard Thompson - Sam Jones lyrics

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