Ruby, she was made for going West
And did not protest my wandering ways
Ruby, she was pretty as they come
28 years young and unafraid
She gave me shelter on the coldest nights
Shaded me on summer days
And I had never known my place before
But that's what Ruby soon became
Ruby, she wasn't good at going fast
And the patience that I lacked I learned to grow
Because Ruby had a way of breaking down
And leaving me out there on the road
But she gave me shelter on the coldest nights
Shaded me on summer days
So as we traveled 'cross the country wide
Ruby set the pace
Ruby could be fickle and unfit
Good as I would get at times
Ruby was the closet thing to home
I'll ever know in this life
Ruby, hit that California sand
And slipped right through my hands eventually
Ruby, I guess I knew it all the time
She was never mine to keep
But she gave me shelter on the coldest nights
Shaded me on summer days
Nothing ever felt like home again
When Ruby went away
Nothing ever felt like home since when
When Ruby went away
