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Ruben James, in my song you live again |
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And the phrases that I rhyme |
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Are just the footsteps out of time |
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From the time when I knew you Ruben James |
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Ruben James all the folks around Madison County |
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Cussed your name just a no |
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Count share croppin colored man |
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Who would steal anything he can |
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And they always laid the blame on Ruben James |
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Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind |
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The faded skirt the weathered brow |
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The calloused hand up on the plow |
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I loved you then and I love you now Ruben James |
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Flora Gray, a gossip of Madison County died with child |
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And although your skin was black |
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It was you that would not turn your back |
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On a hungry white child with no name, Ruben James |
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Ruben James, with your mind on my soul |
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And the bible in your right hand |
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You said turn the other cheek |
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A better world is a waiting for the meek |
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In my head those words remain from Ruben James |
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Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind |
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The faded skirt the weathered brow |
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The calloused hand up on the plow |
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I loved you then and I love you now Ruben James |
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Ruben James one dark cloudy day |
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That brought you from the fields |
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And to your lonely pine box came |
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Just a preacher, me and the rain |
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To sing one last refrain for Ruben James |
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Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind |
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The faded skirt the weathered brow |
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The calloused hand up on the plow |
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I loved you then and I love you now Ruben James |
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Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind |
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The faded skirt the weathered brow |
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The calloused hand up on the plow |
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I loved you then and I love you now Ruben James |
