Performed: Kenny Rogers and the First Edition [3]
| D | G |
In my | song you'll live | again |
| C | G | D | G |
And the | phrases that I | rhyme, are just | footsteps outta | time |
| C | G | D | G |
From the | time when I | knew you, | Reuben | James |
| D | G |
All the folks around Madison | County cussed your | name |
| C | G | D | G |
Just a | no count share-cropping | coloured man, who would | steal anything he | can |
| C | G | D | G |
And every | body laid the | blame on | Reuben | James |
| G |
You still walk the furrowed fields of my | mind |
| C | G |
The faded | shirt, the weathered brow, the calloused | hands upon the plough |
| F | C | G |
I loved you | then and I love you | now, Reuben | James |
| D | G |
The gossip of Madison | County died with | child |
| C | G | D | G |
And al | though your skin was | black, you were the | one who didn't turn your | back |
| C | G | D | G |
On the | hungry white child with | no name, | Reuben | James |
| D | G |
With your mind on my soul and a | bible in your right | hand |
| C | G | D | G |
You said | turn the other | cheek, there's a | better world waiting for the | meek |
| C | G | D | G |
In my | mind these words | remain from | Reuben | James |
| E | A |
One dark cloudy day they | brought you from the | field |
| D | A | E | A |
And to your | lonely pine box | came, just a | preacher me and the | rain |
| D | A | E | A |
To | sing one last | refrain for | Reuben | James |
| A |
You still walk the furrowed fields of my | mind |
| D | A |
The faded | shirt, the weathered brow, the calloused | hands upon the plough |
| G | D | A |
I loved you | then and I love you | now, Reuben | James |
Created 2020 Mar 21 21:55
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