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