Hurricane Jones

Hurricane Jones (Larry W Jones 09/12/2019) (song #7601)Well, my own Daddy’s name was IvyBut he was known as Hurricane JonesYes, he was kin to the wayward windMama saw that was the way with himHe was born in LouisianaAnd my dear Mama was born there tooNow, I was born in Port ArthurRight in the middle of World War TwoHurricane Jones was my Daddy’s nameMaybe the wayward wind was to blameHurricane Jones didn’t leave no stonesHis life rolled on as Hurricane Jones(Instrumental)My Mama raised us kids in TexasWhile Daddy worked anywhere he couldWell digger or on a garbage truckAnd Gladstell sawmill where he stacked woodWhen I saw my Mama’s hungry eyesAnd her tired fingers worked to the boneThat’s when I wondered where Daddy wasJust like a hurricane he was goneHurricane Jones was my Daddy’s nameMaybe the wayward wind was to blameHurricane Jones didn’t leave no stonesHis life rolled on as Hurricane JonesHurricane Jones didn’t leave no stonesHis life rolled on as Hurricane Jones Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.