Ruby Red

A sheep in devil's clothing

Wounded on her journey

Engraved upon her heart, she dares

Solemn promise to be worthy

To be good by bein' bad, workin' for the man

A different kind of Uncle Sam

Tradin' allegiance for power and power for Sam

Lost the handle of the whip, drinking poison in large sips

Can't catch the mockingbird whose words are going mournful dirge

(Little Mama, ruby red)

Paints the fable of her death

(With your wings made of lead)

And how she resurrects a secret hard to keep

One which no one would believe of crying over spilt milk

(Hit the road and dust will fly)

(Blackbirds fill the sky)

(Little Mama, ruby red)

(With your wings made of lead)

(Hit the road and dust will fly)

(Blackbirds fill the sky)

Let us now praise the infamous loving ways

Known to all you touched

Butterflies exploding in the wake of you

Magical dust, lust

Kept locked in a secret box, feel of sin

You told me just before you died

The last December of your life

Life is too short to hide

Let in the love, let in the light

We saw this in your eyes

When they went round the room one last time

Your face already smiling, God from the other side

"Was I ready to walk her home?" she said

Tomorrow is never promised

And always be honest

But now there's now our song, lady

Death is never wrong

Make no mistake, lady

Death is never wrong

(Little Mama, ruby red)

(With your wings made of lead)

(Hit the road and dust will fly)

(Blackbirds fill the sky)

Little Mama, ruby red

With your wings made of lead

Hit the road and dust will fly

Blackbirds fill the sky

Little Mama, ruby red

With her wings made of lead

Hit the road and dust will fly

Blackbirds fill the sky