Lipstick On His Collar - Lyric Critique

by Geneva Keith
(Eugene OR USA)

Verse 1
Every Friday night at the window, I get a glimpse of Mr. Jones,
He gets all dressed up for dinner, then he sits to eat it alone,
He gets out the 45 records, for their old phonoghaph,
Just why does he do that, my next door neighbor asked.

Vesre 2
I said the Mrs's passed last winter, on a cold November day,
Except for Friday night now, Mr. Jones is doing OK,
You see Friday night was their night, and it don't do no harm,
He plays "Waltze Across Texas", like he has her in his arms.

Verse 3
I told her I used to watch them, I had to take the chance,
They were 60 years together, and it didn't stop the dance,
She'd always kiss his neck, while dancing in the parlor,
She kissed, and left her lipstick on his collar.

Bridge
It's Friday night again tonight but it looks like no one's home,
The lights are out, the curtains drawn, and I don't see Mr. Jones,
Where's he at I have to know, so I get on the phone,
Then I found out he left here, but he didn't leave here all alone.

Verse 4
They told me Mr. Jones had died and he's been gone a week,
It was late last Friday night, that he went peaceful in his sleep.
They found him sitting in his chair, all dress up in the parlor,
But they couldn't understand about, the lipstick on his collar.

Bridge 2
They said the phonoghaph was playing, repeating the"Tennessee Waltz",
He was clinging to her picture, it was missing from the bedroom wall,
I know she came for him, "Together Again", and I'll bet you a dollar,
That she smiled and then, she kissed and left, her lipstick on his collar.