Ruby

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