Reuben James
Reuben James, in my song you live againAnd the phrases that I rhymeAre just a footstep out of timeFrom the time when I knew you, Reuben James
Reuben James, all the folks around Madison County cussed your nameYou're just a no-count, sharecropping colored manYou'd steal anything you canAnd everybody laid the blame on Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk over fields of my mindThe faded shirt, weathered brow,The calloused hands upon the plowLoved you then and I love you now, Reuben James
Flora Gray, the gossip of Madison County died with childAlthough your skin was blackYou were the one that didn't turn your backOn the hungry white child with no name, Reuben James
Reuben James, with your mind on the soulAnd a bottle in your right hand you said "Turn the other cheekFor there's a better world awaiting for the meek"In my mind, these words remain from Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk over fields of my mindThe faded shirt, weathered brow,The calloused hands upon the plowLoved you then and I love you now, Reuben James
Reuben James, one dark cloudy dayThey brought you from the fieldAnd to your lonely pine box cameJust a preacher, me and the rainJust to sing one last refrain to Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk over fields of my mindThe faded shirt, weathered brow,The calloused hands upon the plowLoved you then and I love you now, Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk over fields of my mindThe faded shirt, weathered brow,The calloused hands upon the plowLoved you then and I love you now, Reuben James