Bones Jones

Bones Jones lived all alone, In a shack on a dusty road. Long and lean at a buck eighteen, But carried a heavy load. He never had a dime, Or anything else to lose. Wore a burlap sack upon his back, And a pair of worn-out shoes. With his Daddy's old cane pole, He went fishing every day. Bathed twice a week in a muddy creek, Each night he'd kneel and pray. No one ever called him friend; And when the locals came around, He'd take his licks with hickory sticks, But would never make a sound. One night his fate would change, While fending off the cold. Oh my Lord, underneath a board, Found a very large bag of gold. Now in a Cadillac he rides, As his jealous neighbors frown. No longer thin, with a toothy grin, Owns the biggest house in town.