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