| Ruby’s shoes would take her
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| A mile or so to school every day
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| Where the white people hated her
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| They’d scream and hold signs and tell her to go away
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| But Ruby’s will was stronger
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| Than the bigots with the signs could ever know
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| She stopped every morning on the corner
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| And prayed that someday the pain would go And she’d stop and she’d pray
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| That all the hatred would go away
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| She was only six years old but she knew
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| Walk a mile in Ruby’s shoes
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| Ruby sat alone in the classroom
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| She never dreamed the other children wouldn’t come
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| They hated her for the color of her skin
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| Well color is such an amazing illusion
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| She’d stop and she’d pray
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| That all the hatred would go away
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| She was only six years old but she knew
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| Walk a mile in Ruby’s shoes
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| Now Ruby knew about Dorothy
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| And the ruby shoes that she wore
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| She wondered about Oz sometimes
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| Well, well no other child ever walked her shoes before
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| And she’d stop and she’d pray
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| That all the hatred would go away
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| She was only six years old but she knew
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| Walk a mile in Ruby’s shoes
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| Ruby, if birds can always fly
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| Why oh why can’t you and I?
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| Ruby’s shoes would take her
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| A mile or so to school every day
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| Where the white people hated her
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| They’d scream and hold signs and tell her to go away
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| And she’d stop and she’d pray
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| That all the hatred would go away
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| She’d stop and she’d pray
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| That no other children would be raised this way
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| Ruby’s shoes
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| If birds can fly
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| Then why oh why
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| If birds can fly then why oh why can’t I |