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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>PORTER WAGONER- THE 1st MRS. JONES </title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=515604&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=515604&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>160</duration><description>Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it&#13;
So I'll call her the First Mrs Jones&#13;
We were married in September and it lasted till November&#13;
Then one day she just took out on her own&#13;
I followed her to Savannah New Orleans and then Atlanta&#13;
Every day I begged her to come home&#13;
Pretty soon I started drinking tryin' hard to keep from thinking&#13;
Just how much I loved the First Mrs Jones&#13;
It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was dawning&#13;
When I staggered from a tavern to a phone&#13;
When she picked up her receiver I said you're gonna come back or either&#13;
They're gonna be calling you the Late Mrs Jones&#13;
I put a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxi&#13;
I told taxi driver to take me to her home&#13;
I remember walkin' proudly everybody said I yelled out loudly&#13;
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs Jones&#13;
Then next thing I recall was walking to the forest&#13;
Lookin' for a place to hide her bones&#13;
I dug and dug for hours and then I planted flowers&#13;
Right on the top of the First Mrs Jones&#13;
Did my little story scare you oh I can see cause I'm so near you&#13;
Little beads of perspiration dot your clothes&#13;
Aren't you sorry now that you left me&#13;
Really now doesn't you want to come go with me&#13;
After all you are the Second Mrs Jones</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/5/1/5/_/515604_99300_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>515604</video_id></object>
