The Ballad of Widder Jones
w & m by John D Loudermilk,
(and her 25 acres of sand)
©1961 Acuff-Rose Publ. Inc.
When Ben Jones fell under yankee lead, Ben Jones left a widder
A lovely thing just turned 18 who couldn't help but be bitter
He didn't leave her nothing but a cabin and some vittles and some old back taxes
And 25 acres of sandy soil in the middle of Texas
Now Widder Jones says "Benny's gone, and it ain't no use in me cryin'"
So Widder Jones went into town and started drinkin' some wine
She told the strangers all around the bar that she was all alone
And that she'd give her land to the very first man who would take her home
Well, the next morning found a tall dark stranger lookin' over his new land
Said "what good is 25 scrawny acres when you can't get grass to stand?"
He went back inside and told the Widder Jones she'd made a fool out of him
And he laid widder Jones' dying bones 'neath her 25 acres of sand
Now a 100 years has come and gone and Widder Jones is forgotten
The tall dark stranger died in chains in San Quentin's dark bottom
But poor fools they let hearts be ruled by passion, greed and malice
'Cause today that 25 acres of sand is settin' in the middle of Dallas
Is settin' in down-town Dallas
(source: Standard Songs Pop/ Country/ Blues/ Folk/ Instumentals/ Novelty, Acuff-Rose Publications Inc. 1956-1973)
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