Rubin' James
Well, Madison County cussed your name
Just an old counter-colored man
Who'll steal anything he can
And they always laid the blame on Rubin' James
Hey, Rubin' James
You still walk the furthest fields of my mind
Faded shirt, withered brow
Calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Hey, Rubin' James
Hey, Flora Gray
Well, the godfather of Boston, Madison County
Died as a child
And although your skin was black
It was you that didn't turn your back
On a hungry white child with no name
Rubin' James
Hey, Rubin' James
With your mind on my soul
And a Bible in your right hand
Said you turned the other cheek
That the better world waited for the meat
In my head those words remain
Rubin' James
Hey, Rubin' James
You still walk the furthest fields of my mind
Faded shirt, withered brow
Calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Rubin' James
Oh, Rubin' James
One dark cloudy day they brought you from the field
In a lonely fine box you came
Just to preach to me in the rain
To sing one last refrain
Oh, Rubin' James
Sing it
Oh, Rubin' James
You still walk the furthest fields of my mind
Faded shirt, withered brow
Calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now
Rubin' James
Sing it
Oh, Rubin' James
You still walk the furthest fields of my mind
Faded shirt, withered brow
Calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now