| She danced in the dirty streets
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| Satin shoes tied to her feet
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| People round here said she was a sight
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| Every night when the sun went down
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| She’d curtsy and take a bow
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| To the man in the moon and the dim street lights
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| We held in high regard
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| The rose in the mission yard
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| Singing, «Buffalo Gals won’t you come out tonight
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| And her name was Ruby Brown
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| And she came through shanty town
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| Like a queen without a crown
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| And her name was Ruby Brown
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| Long about ten years ago
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| She disappeared, why no one knows
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| But some say she was running for her life
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| 'Cause a mean looking man in a limousine
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| Came down from New Orleans
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| He said he came here looking for his wife
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| And her name was Ruby Brown
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| And she came through shanty town
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| Like a queen without a crown
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| And her name was Ruby Brown
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| Some say he beat her bad
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| 'Till she just went plain mad
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| But I say she went where he could never go
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| And her name was Ruby Brown
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| And she came through shanty town
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| Like a queen without a crown
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| And her name was Ruby Brown |