(Lisa Palas/George Teren)
Ole Mister Jones owns a full service station
With each tank of gas he gives great conversation
Still gets around pretty good to be seventy-four
And each time at darkend door of his building
He shows me the same photograph of his children
And I act surprised and pretend I've not seen it before
Fifty-four years he's been married to Rita
When he holds her hand he swears nothing is sweeter
Will you still love me when I'm old as Mister Jones?
Long after beauty and the gift of youth are gone
When there ain't no money and good jobs are tough
Will we stay together ? Would love be enough?
Ole Mister Jones puts his hand on my shoulder
And hands me a bottle of cold coca-cola
He pulls up a chair and he tells me to sit for a still
I am amazed as I sit here and listen
The man is appalling when he's reminiscent
Secrets of live can be found in the stories he tells
Lifetime ago he met Rita - his lover
And through all the years there was never enough of her
Will you still love me when I'm old as Mister Jones?
Long after beauty and the gift of youth are gone
When there ain't no money and good jobs are tough
Will we stay together ? Would love be enough?
Ole Mister Jones owns a full service station
With each tank of gas he gives great conversation
Still gets around pretty good to be seventy-four
And each time at darkend door of his building
He shows me the same photograph of his children
And I act surprised and pretend I've not seen it before
Fifty-four years he's been married to Rita
When he holds her hand he swears nothing is sweeter
Will you still love me when I'm old as Mister Jones?
Long after beauty and the gift of youth are gone
When there ain't no money and good jobs are tough
Will we stay together ? Would love be enough?
Ole Mister Jones puts his hand on my shoulder
And hands me a bottle of cold coca-cola
He pulls up a chair and he tells me to sit for a still
I am amazed as I sit here and listen
The man is appalling when he's reminiscent
Secrets of live can be found in the stories he tells
Lifetime ago he met Rita - his lover
And through all the years there was never enough of her
Will you still love me when I'm old as Mister Jones?
Long after beauty and the gift of youth are gone
When there ain't no money and good jobs are tough
Will we stay together ? Would love be enough?