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 whites 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
Rooms full of skeletons a-dancin' the quadrille
Rows and rows of skulls singin' 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 fertilizer too
Sam Jones deliver them bones
And I've got a lorry it's me own bone shaker
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
My 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