"Ruby's Arms" lyrics
"Ruby's Arms"
I will leave behind all of my clothes
I wore when I was with you
All I need's my railroad boots
And my leather jacket
As I say goodbye to Ruby's arms
Although my heart is breaking
I will steal away out through your blinds
For soon you will be waking
The morning light has washed your face
And everything is turning blue now
Hold on to your pillowcase
There's nothing I can do now
As I say goodbye to Ruby's arms
You'll find another soldier
And I swear to god, by Christmastime
There'll be someone else to hold you
The only thing I'm taking is
The scarf off of your clothesline
I'll hurry past your chest of drawers
And your broken wind chimes
As I say goodbye, I'll say goodbye
Say goodbye to Ruby's arms
I will feel my way down the darkened hall
And out into the morning
The hobos at the freight yards
Have kept their fires burning
So Jesus Christ, this goddamn rain
Will someone put me on a train?
I'll never kiss your lips again
Or break your heart
As I say goodbye, I'll say goodbye
Say goodbye to Ruby's arms
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits
- AZLyrics
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- Tom Waits Lyrics
album:
"Heartattack And Vine" (1980)
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