He will leave behind all of his clothes
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He wore when he was with her
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All he need's are his railroad boots
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And his leather jacket
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As he say goodbye to Ruby's arms
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Although his heart is breaking
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He will steal away out through her blinds
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For soon she will be waking
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Morning light has washed her face
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And everything is turning blue now
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She holds onto her pillow case
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There's nothing he can do now
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As he says goodbye to Ruby's arms
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He says she'll find another soldier
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And he swears to God by Christmas time
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There'll be someone else to hold you
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The only thing he's taking is
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The scarf off of her clothesline
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He'll hurry past her chest of drawers
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And her broken wind chimes
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As he says goodbye
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He says goodbye
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Goodbye to Ruby's arms
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He will feel his way down her darkened hall
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And out into the morning
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The hobos in the freight yards
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Have kept their fires burning
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And Jesus Christ this cold hard rain
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Won't someone put him on his train
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He'll never kiss her lips again
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Or break her heart
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As he says goodbye
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He says goodbye
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Say goodbye to Ruby's arms
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Ruby's Arms
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| Nanci Griffith |
