作词 : Waits | |
He will leave behind all of his clothes | |
He wore when he was with her | |
All he needs are his railroad boots | |
And his leather jacket | |
As he says goodbye to | |
Ruby's arms | |
Although his heart is breaking | |
He will steal away out through her blinds | |
For soon she will be waking | |
Morning light has washed her face | |
And everything is turning blue now | |
She holds on to her pillow case | |
There's nothing he can do now | |
As he says goodbye to | |
Ruby's arms | |
He says, she'll find another soldier | |
And he swears to | |
God by Christmastime | |
There'll be someone else to hold her | |
The only thing he is taking is | |
The scarf off of her clothesline | |
He'll hurry past her chest of drawers | |
And her broken wind chimes | |
As he says goodbye, he says goodbye | |
Goodbye to | |
Ruby's arms | |
He will feel his way down her darkened hall | |
And out into the morning | |
The hobos in the freight yards | |
Have kept their fires burning | |
And Jesus | |
Christ, this cold hard rain | |
Won't someone put him on his train | |
He'll never kiss her lips again | |
Or break her heart | |
As he says goodbye, he says goodbye | |
Say goodbye to | |
Ruby's arms |
zuo ci : Waits | |
He will leave behind all of his clothes | |
He wore when he was with her | |
All he needs are his railroad boots | |
And his leather jacket | |
As he says goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms | |
Although his heart is breaking | |
He will steal away out through her blinds | |
For soon she will be waking | |
Morning light has washed her face | |
And everything is turning blue now | |
She holds on to her pillow case | |
There' s nothing he can do now | |
As he says goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms | |
He says, she' ll find another soldier | |
And he swears to | |
God by Christmastime | |
There' ll be someone else to hold her | |
The only thing he is taking is | |
The scarf off of her clothesline | |
He' ll hurry past her chest of drawers | |
And her broken wind chimes | |
As he says goodbye, he says goodbye | |
Goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms | |
He will feel his way down her darkened hall | |
And out into the morning | |
The hobos in the freight yards | |
Have kept their fires burning | |
And Jesus | |
Christ, this cold hard rain | |
Won' t someone put him on his train | |
He' ll never kiss her lips again | |
Or break her heart | |
As he says goodbye, he says goodbye | |
Say goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms |
zuò cí : Waits | |
He will leave behind all of his clothes | |
He wore when he was with her | |
All he needs are his railroad boots | |
And his leather jacket | |
As he says goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms | |
Although his heart is breaking | |
He will steal away out through her blinds | |
For soon she will be waking | |
Morning light has washed her face | |
And everything is turning blue now | |
She holds on to her pillow case | |
There' s nothing he can do now | |
As he says goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms | |
He says, she' ll find another soldier | |
And he swears to | |
God by Christmastime | |
There' ll be someone else to hold her | |
The only thing he is taking is | |
The scarf off of her clothesline | |
He' ll hurry past her chest of drawers | |
And her broken wind chimes | |
As he says goodbye, he says goodbye | |
Goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms | |
He will feel his way down her darkened hall | |
And out into the morning | |
The hobos in the freight yards | |
Have kept their fires burning | |
And Jesus | |
Christ, this cold hard rain | |
Won' t someone put him on his train | |
He' ll never kiss her lips again | |
Or break her heart | |
As he says goodbye, he says goodbye | |
Say goodbye to | |
Ruby' s arms |