Tom Jones is 65, but this guy has still got it. Thanks to the birthday generosity of my second ex-husband, I had the supreme pleasure of seeing the Welsh crooner carefully moving those famous hips last weekend in Mississippi's northern version of Sodom and Gomorrah. He may have dyed hair and he may not move with constant gyration anymore, but let me tell you, Tom can sing. That strong, rich baritone is still working for him and it's driving the women crazy, oh yes! When it came showtime, Tom was everything we expected and then some. "My, my, my Delilah!" he wailed as the entire auditorium sang along. The sound rang across the Robinsonville night. True to form came "I'll Never Fall in Love Again," "Help Yourself," "Without Love," "She's a Lady" with classic whoa, whoa, whoa then "The Green, Green Grass of Home," "What's New Pussycat," "Without Love" and many more, including covers of "Mama Told Me Not to Come" and Prince's hit "Kiss." When Tom sang his classic "Sex Bomb," pandemonium broke out. It was women by the pairs, triplets and half-dozens pouring out of their chairs, charging the stage and security guards, then reaching pleadingly for Tom to touch their hands or dab his sweat onto an outstretched hankie. They were dancing in the aisles, from their gallery seats, waving and shouting to Tom for attention. It was fantastic! Rockin' and carefully swinging those hips, our guy had em in the palm of his be-ringed hands. It made me ponder if this performance might mirror one by The King, had HE lived to 65. But without him, Tom has it going just fine. Whoa, whoa, whoa - Welsh crooner Tom Jones still rocks Daily Journal By Patsy Brumfield