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Reuben James |
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In my song you live again |
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And the phrase that I rhyme |
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Are just a footstep out of time |
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From the time when I knew you |
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Reuben James |
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Reuben James, all the folks around Hadison County |
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Cussed your name |
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You're just a no-count, sharecropping colored man |
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You'd steal anything you can |
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And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James |
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Reuben James, for you still walk |
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Over fields of my mind |
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Faded shirt, weathered brow |
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Colored hands upon the plow |
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Loved you then and I love you now |
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Reuben James |
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For a grave |
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The gossiper of Hadison County died with chide |
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Although your skin was black |
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You were the one that didn't turn your back |
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On the hungry white child with no name |
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Reuben James, Reuben James |
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With your mind on the soul |
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And a bottle in your right hand |
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You said turn the other cheek |
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For there's a better world awaiting for the meek |
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In my mind these words remain from Reuben James |
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Reuben James one dark cloudy day |
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They brought you from the field |
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And to your lonely crambox |
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Came just a preacher |
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Me and the rain |
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Just to sing one last refrain to Reuben James |