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Kenny Rogers

Reuben James

 

Reuben James


Reuben 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, Reuben James

Reuben James
All the folks around Madison County cussed your name
Just a no-account, sharecropping colored man
Who would steal anything he can
And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James

Reuben James
You still walk the fertile fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Reuben James

Flora Grey
The gossip of Madison County died with child
And although your skin was black
You were the one that didn't turn your back
On the hungry white child with no name
Reuben James

Reuben James
With your mind on my soul and a Bible in your right hand
You said, "Turn the other cheek
there's a better world a-waiting for the meek"
In my mind these words remain from Reuben James

Reuben James
For you still walk the fertile fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Reuben James

Reuben James
One dark, cloudy day they brought you from the field
And to your lonely pine box came
Just a preacher, me, and the rain
Just to sing one last refrain for Reuben James

Reuben James
You still walk the fertile fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Reuben James

Reuben James
You still walk the fertile fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Reuben James

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