Here's mine:
Sam Jones (By Richard Thompson)
Me name is Sam Jones, and it's bones me occupation Put 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 and no sign of gristle Sam Jones deliver them bones And I've seen battlefields white with human ivory Noble dukes and princes stripped of flesh and finery When the crows have done their work 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 Roomsful 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 & spread you out as fertilizer too Sam Jones deliver them bones I've got an old lorry it's me old bone shaker For the knuckle joints around your house, Ill be the undertaker I'll come calling 'round just like the butcher & the baker Sam Jones deliver them bones Me name is Sam Jones and it's bones me occupation Put your old hocks out for my consideration Thirty years a bone man up and down the nation Sam Jones deliver them bones
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