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