Porter Wagoner Moses Jones Lyrics:
moses jones writer damon black i was raised by an
old black man named moses jones in a shack by a
cotton patch we called home he took the lead and
plowed the sod i lay behind just busting clods we
both worked to make that place a home one he told
me about a girl named jenny lynn he said he
wondered why she fell in love with him i said
where's your jenny now he just looked up in the
clouds the way he looked up every now and then he
said now i'm coming, i'm coming never more to roam
i can feel your arms a reaching for me jenny i'm
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coming home one summer day we laid his soul to
rest in his faded overalls they had him dressed
but he had wanted it that way many times i've
heard him say jenny would not know me in a suit
and vest now many, many years have come and gone
when i told my boy about me and moses jones about
the hard times that we had he just smiled and said
now dad so i grabbed my old slouch hat and said
come on all day we drove till we came to a big iak
tree there were tears in his eyes when he looked
up at me beneath the wildflowers lay the stone
where i'd chiseled moses jones after all these
years still plain enough to read and it read, i'm
coming, i'm coming never more to roam i can feel
your arms a reaching for me jenny i'm coming home
Lyrics: Moses Jones, Porter Wagoner [end]