The Living Bones of Mayor Jones | FOLK HOGAN

The Living Bones of Mayor Jones

Now gather my children, Let me tell you a tale,
Of a man lost his soul on his way down to Hell.
He once lived as mayor, this city he built.
But he gave it all up for the dirt and the filth.
He walked off the job at a quarter to four,
“What about your bills?” I won’t pay anymore.
He gave it all up and you’re asking why?
“It’s better to stand than to lay down and die.”
He’s grown much wiser in his old age
You can’t be corrupt if there’s no one to pay.

I left my prime position,
For this sunless disposition.
Nobody will recognize me now,
That I am living my life underground.

I wanted to see how very bad it can be,
Amongst the broken men on the streets,
Life underground is a very hard place,
There are men with no hearts, who have fallen from grace.
So tonight I will lay down to sleep on the tracks,
Tonight I will slumber and never come back,
I’ll spare you the details and tell you know more.
But I’ll die a free man, not a government whore.

I left my prime position,
For this sunless disposition.
Nobody will recognize me now,
That I am living my life underground.