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By R. Thompson (1995)
You saw your homeland die before you
With all those colours in your head
You paid the price for all your stories
You're still alive but left for dead
Dead drunk stoned sober my Ruby Red my Ruby Red
You've been to sea with all your passion
You've been to bars and never left
If you could stagger any closer
your breath would surly wake the dead
Bottle of smoke, tenor quiver my Ruby Red my Ruby Red
Tell me did we hear the storey
When Elvis took her by the hand
It's like he walked right in and stole her
Is this the storey of the damned
Or grace of God, my London girl my Ruby Red my Ruby Red
I'd buy you a round if I ever saw ya
We'd paint the town bloody red she'd adore ya
I'd nail the moon to the sky
The night would never pass us by
We'd crawl around and lie with our bellies in the sky
Give me Red, give me Ruby, give me Red, give me Ruby
Pub in London, pub in France
You taught those fuckers how to dance
When all this God damned Hell is over
I hope your still alive by chance
'Cause God I love ya, God I pray for ya
My Ruby Red my Ruby Red
Oh don't you paint it with a smile
Or some white country vile
Just take me by the hand
And the Devil he be damned
(Thanks go to Coops for the lyrics!)