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I said hello to the man that tried to win your hand
A long time ago.
I tried to smile as he talked of the days
When he was your beau,
But I could see he was a-shamin' me
When he talked of his wealth and fame
Ruby Ann took the hand of this poor, poor man,
Ain't true love a funny thing?
Big man, you got money in your hand,
So what?
You're at a table for two, but still there's only you,
Big shot!
Well, your money can't buy if your power can't hold,
You can't romance your fame
Ruby Ann took the hand of this poor, poor man,
Ain't true love a funny thing?
Big man, you got money in your hand,
So what?
You're at a table for two, but still there's only you,
Big shot!
Well, your money can't buy if your power can't hold,
You can't romance your fame
Ruby Ann took the hand of this poor, poor man,
Ain't true love a funny thing?
Ruby Ann took the hand of this poor, poor man,
Ain't true love a funny thing
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written by LEE EMERSON, ROBERTA BELLAMY
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