RUBEN JAMES
Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - 1969


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 they always laid the blame on Ruben James

Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind
The faded skirt the weathered brow
The calloused hand up on the plow 
I loved you then and I love you now Ruben James
Flora James, Ruben James

Gray, a gossip of Madison County died with child
And although your skin was black 
It was you that would not 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 head those words remain from Ruben James

Ruben James one dark cloudy day 
That brought you from the fields
And to your lonely pine box came
Just a preacher, me and the rain 
To sing one last refrain for Ruben James