Rub'ys Two Sad Daughters
"When the sun hits it right on its way down it was the prettiest thing
in our little town. Every hour I'd
sneak a glance over at the plastic frame and cracked
glass that holds the picture of Ruby's two sad
daughters. Last mill closed when I was nine and
Daddy left and Momma cried again, I spent my
nights cleaning Ruby's floors, just another caf' on
a wind swept highway the farmers bitched, we're no
good at football anymore.
CHORUS
In this land that knows no laughter in this land that
holds no water, we were all in love with Ruby's two sad daughters.
One went way out west, one went way wrong,
one left at seventeen and the other couldn't wait that long.
Neither went anywhere with me,
not to the games or the Dairy Queen.
Both split with the first boy who lied sweet and looked vaguely mean.
CHROUS
why so pretty and forlorn why so permanently blue
I guess ours wasn't much of a kingdom to rule.
Now when the sun hits it right on its way down,
it's still the prettiest thing in our little town.
Every hour I sneak a glance over at the plastic frame
and I fix the glass that holds the picture of Ruby's two sad daughters.
Why did hope leave town with Ruby's two sad daughters?
in our little town. Every hour I'd
sneak a glance over at the plastic frame and cracked
glass that holds the picture of Ruby's two sad
daughters. Last mill closed when I was nine and
Daddy left and Momma cried again, I spent my
nights cleaning Ruby's floors, just another caf' on
a wind swept highway the farmers bitched, we're no
good at football anymore.
CHORUS
In this land that knows no laughter in this land that
holds no water, we were all in love with Ruby's two sad daughters.
One went way out west, one went way wrong,
one left at seventeen and the other couldn't wait that long.
Neither went anywhere with me,
not to the games or the Dairy Queen.
Both split with the first boy who lied sweet and looked vaguely mean.
CHROUS
why so pretty and forlorn why so permanently blue
I guess ours wasn't much of a kingdom to rule.
Now when the sun hits it right on its way down,
it's still the prettiest thing in our little town.
Every hour I sneak a glance over at the plastic frame
and I fix the glass that holds the picture of Ruby's two sad daughters.
Why did hope leave town with Ruby's two sad daughters?
Credits
Writer(s): Walt Wilkins
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