Ruben JamesIn my song you'll live againAnd the phrases that I writeYou're just a footstep out of timeFrom the time when I knew youRuben JamesRuben JamesAll the folks around Madison CountyCussed you just a no-cat *Proper colored manSteals anything you canAnd everybody laid the blameOn Ruben JamesRuben JamesYou still walk the furrowed fieldsOf my mindThe faded shirt, the weathered browThe color stands upon the plowI love you then and I love you nowRuben JamesFor a graveAll the gossip of Madison CountyDied with a childOh, your skin was blackYou're the one who turned his childWith no nameRuben JamesRuben JamesPut a bottle in your right handYou said turn the other cheekThere's a better wayAnd these words remainFor Ruben JamesRuben JamesYou still walk the furrowed fieldsOf my mindThe faded shirt, the weathered browThe color stands upon the plowI love you then and I love you nowRuben JamesRuben JamesOne dark cloudy dayThey bought you from the fieldInto your lonely pine box caveJust to preach you me in the rainJust to sing one last refrainFor Ruben JamesRuben JamesRuben JamesYou still walk the furrowed fieldsOf my mindThe faded shirt, the weathered browThe color stands upon the plowI love you then and I love you nowRuben JamesRuben JamesYou still walk the furrowed fieldsOf my mindThe faded shirt, the weathered browThe color stands upon the plowThe color stands upon the plowI love you then and I love you nowRuben JamesWe've been changedWe've been changedWe've been changed