 (Walt Wilkins)
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 café on a wind swept highway
The farmers bitched, we're no good at football anymore.
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.
In this land that knows no laughter
In this land that hold no water
We were all in love with
Ruby's two sad daughters
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?
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