 I was raised by an old black man named moses jones
In a shack by a cotton patch we called home
He took the lead and plowed the sod
I lay behind just busting clods
We both worked to make that place a home
Ocne he told me about a girl named jenny lynn
He said he wondered why she fell in love with him
I said where's your jenny now he just looked up in the clouds
The way he looked up every now and then
He said now i'm coming, i'm coming never more to roam
I can feel your arms a reaching for me jenny
I'm coming home one summer day
We laid his soul to rest in his faded overalls
They had him dressed but he had wanted it that way
Many times i've heard him say
Jenny would not know me in a suit and vest
Now many, many years have come and gone
When i told my boy about me and moses jones
About the hard times that we had
He just smiled and said now dad
So i grabbed my old slouch hat and said
Come on all day we drove till we came to a big oak tree
There were tears in his eyes when he looked up at me
Beneath the wildflowers lay the stone where i'd chiseled
Moses jones after all these years still plain enough to read
And it read, i'm coming, i'm coming never more to roam
I can feel your arms a reaching for me jenny i'm coming home
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