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Reuben James

Reuben James

In my song you'll live again
In the phrases that I write
Are just the footsteps of the times
From the time when I knew you, Reuben James;

Reuben James - All the folks around Madison County cussed your name
Just a no-'count, share-cropper - colored man
Who'd steal anything he can
And ev'rybody laid the blame on Reuben James;

chi: Reuben James - Well, you still walk the furrowed fields of my mind
     Faded shirt, weathered brow, calloused hands upon the plow
     Loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James;

The gossip of Madison Country died with child
Although your skin was black
You were the one that didn't turn your back
On this hungry white child with no name, Reuben James;

Reuben James - With your mind on the soul and a bottle in your right hand
You said turn the other cheek
Well, there's  a better world a-waitin' for the meek
In my mind these words remain from Reuben James;

Reuben James - One dark cloudy day they brought you from the fields
And to your lonely pine box casket, just a preacher, me and the rain
Just to sing one last refrain for Reuben James.

REcorded by Gut Mitchell, Kingston Trio and others

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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