Lyrics:
And everybody laid the blame on reuben james
Reuben james, for you still walk over fields of my mind
Faded shirt, weathered brow, colored hands upon the plow
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And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk the furrowed field of my mind
Faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands
always laid the blame on, Reuben James
Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the wrinkled brow
The calloused
And they always laid the blame on, Reuben James.
Reuben James you still walk
The furrowed fields of my mind
The faded shirt the wrinkled brow
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We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
Good artists copy great artists steal
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
laid the blame on Ruben James
Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind
The faded skirt the weathered brow
The calloused hand up
And they always laid the blame on Ruben James
Ruben James, you still walk furrowed fields on my mind
The faded skirt the weathered brow
The calloused
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