| Rueben James, in my song you live again
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| And the phrase that I rhyme
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| Are just the footstep out of time
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| From the time when I knew you, Rueben James
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| Rueben James, all the folks around
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| Hadison County 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 Rueben James
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| Rueben James, for still walk over fields of my mind
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| Faded shirt, weathered brow
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| Call used hands upon the plow
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| Loved you then and I love you now, Rueben James
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| Flora Graves the gossiper of Hadison County
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| Died with child 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, Rueben James
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| Rueben James, with your mind on my soul
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| And a bible in your right hand, 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 Rueben James
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| Rueben James, for still walk over fields of my mind
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| Faded shirt, weathered brow
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| Callused hands upon the plow
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| Loved you then and I love you now, Rueben James
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| Rueben James one dark cloudy day
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| They brought you from the field and to your lonely pine box
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| Came just a preacher, me and the rain
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| Just to sing one last refrain to Rueben James
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| Rueben James, for still walk over fields of my mind
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| Faded shirt, weathered brow
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| Callused hands upon the plow
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| Loved you then and I love you now Rueben James
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| Rueben James, for still walk over fields of my mind
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| Faded shirt, weathered brow
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| Callused hands upon the plow
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| Loved you then and I love you now Rueben James |