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Reuben James in my song you'll live again |
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And the phrases that |
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I rhyme are just the footsteps out of time |
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From the time when |
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I knew you |
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Reuben James |
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Hey Reuben |
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James all the folks around |
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Madison Caunty cussed your name |
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Just a no count of colored man who'd steal anything that he can |
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And they always laid the blame on |
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Reuben James |
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Hey Reuben |
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James you still walk the furrowed fields of my mind |
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The faded shirt the wrinkled brow the calloused hand upon the plow |
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I loved you then and |
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I love you now |
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Reuben James |
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Hey Flora |
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Gray well the gossip of |
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Madison County died with the child |
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And although your skin was black you were the one who didn't turn your back |
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On a hungry white child with no name |
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Reuben James |
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Hey Reuben |
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James with your mind on my soul and |
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Bible in your right hand |
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You said turn the other cheek there's a better world waitin' for the meek |
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In my head those words remain from |
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Reuben James |
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Hey Reuben |
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James you still walk... |
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Oh Reuben |
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James one cold dark day they brought you from the fields |
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And that lonely pinebox came just a preacher me and the rain |
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To sing one last refrain for |
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Reuben James |
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Oh Reuben |
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James you still walk... |
