cold night and the moon is hot the wolves are out can you hear em cry there s a woman on the run bloodstains on the lady s hands don t look bad unless he s a cheating man he s gotta pay for what he s done for what he s done she was a small town teacher at a high school dance saw mr jones touch a young girl s hand underneath the red tail lights he was just a little too close to a pretty young thang won t come in clean only half his age there s something about it don t seem right he disappeared that night ooh the death of mr jones another story left untold where d it all go wrong ooh and now the only one who knows is on the run to mexico wanted for the death of mr jones twenty years in a happy home white picket fence and the kids are all grown the so called american dream but his late night calls on the telephone brand new smile and that cheap cologne she knows just what that means we know what it means ooh the death of mr jones another story left untold where d it all go wrong ooh and now the only one who knows is on the run to mexico wanted for the death of mr jones aw right  mrs jones drove a white sedan clear across a desert over frozen sand far from the police minds she took a long look back for the very last time pushed 95 to the borderline crossed under pale moonlight she disappeared that night ooh the death of mr jones another story left untold where d it all go wrong ooh and now the only one who knows is on the run to mexico wanted for the death of mr jones yeah
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