Monday, December 29, 2003

The Ballad of Ruby

My baby used to work at this place downtown
Just a fine young girl with big dreams
Trying to make her own way
The owner is this mean ole bitch who degraded her everyday
Then she fires her for no reason
Don't wanna give her her last weeks pay
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me right away
I have no intention of paying for my crimes don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here and
fly away, fly away

When she's down it breaks my heart to see her
So I figured I'd talk to her man to woman
I walk in and she's counting her cash
Got so much cash her office looks like a green pasture
I said, "give her the little bit of money you owe her".
She said "get back bastard I ain't givin you shit".
I said "you ole bag, maybe you ain't heard but
those are fighting words".
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come and get
me right away, right away
I have no intention of paying for my crime don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here and
fly away, fly away.

And I don't feel bad about it
See baby there was this struggle
And I don't feel bad about it
As a result of our struggle
And I don't feel bad about it
But the good thing is
And I don't feel bad about it
We don't have to struggle no more
With a suitcase full of money
We flew to a Carribean paradise
One thing I've learned through all of this is
Having money sure is nice
Me and my baby will be free

Well my baby lives somewhere in a small lil' town
A cute little house with her baby girl
She had this man who came around, well this man was no good
He yelled and cursed and banged on her door
I heard my baby cry and I swore it was the last time
I went to pay a short visit to him
And he stood over six feet tall
I asked him to please leave her alone or he will see me again
Well he just laughed and cursed at me
He told me she was his property and to mind my own
That is when he hit the floor

She's working hard to make her dreams come true
As far as regrets I don't have any
Would you?
I've committed murder and I think I got away
I'm hiding at my mother's house come get me
right away, right away
I have no intention of paying for my crimes
don't fear
We're gonna get the next plane outta here
and fly away, fly away

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