Ruby And Carlos

G          Cadd9            F#  
Ruby said "You're gettin' us in 
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a world of hurt,  Down below the 
Cadd9            F#
Mason-Dumbass line the food gets 
worse.
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I can't go back to Tennessee that 
G                 Cadd9       Em
NASCAR country's not for me, Go 
                  F#
on...if you think you must."

G                Cadd9            F#
        x2
Carlos packed his drums up in the 
dark of night, Ruby's standing just 
outside the front porch light
Cadd9         F#               G
Chain-smoking Camel straights 
                       Cadd9    Em
the sky off to the east got gray, 
                     F#
And he rolled off in a cloud of 
dust.

                 Cadd9.          
And the gray colt knickered at 
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the gate,  She said "You're right
       Cadd9
 it's getting late.
Em                                
You and me got work to do, we 
  F#
can't be burning daylight too."
   Cadd9.       F#                
She took down the long lead rope, 
G                          Cadd9 
and stayed off that slippery 
       Em    F#
slope

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      x2
The aspen trees were turning gold up
 top,  The talk was buzzin 'round 
the beauty shop
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"Wasn't he barely half her age?,  
 G                       Cadd9
Well that's just how they do now 
days
Em                            F#
We should all had been so lucky."

G                  Cadd9            
 F#            x2
By spring she'd had the run of the 
free born men, Ruby turned 50 in a 
sheep camp tent
Cadd9.               F#          
Her body still could rock all 
   G                            
night, but her heart was closed 
Cadd9
and locked up tight
E                                 
Potato fields all muddy and brown,
  F#
 the gossip long since quieted down

Cadd9               F#        
And after one more Coggins test, 
    G                    Cadd9
Pouring coffee for the county vet
Em                              
Pictures on the ice box door, of 
F#
Carlos in the first Gulf War
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Cadd9                             
Black-eyed brown and youthful 
  F#
face, smiling back from a Saudi base

         Cadd9         F#         
And then Carlos on the big bay 
   G              Cadd9
mare, Heavier now and longer hair
Em                            F#
Looking past the saddle shed, From 
way on back inside his head

Cadd9          F#            
And the old vet said, "One day, 
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Rube, that colt will break an 
Cadd9
egg in you
Em                              
Now and then one comes along you 
F#
just can't ride." And he went on 
home.

Cadd9                     F#     
And the storm door didn't catch, 
        G                      
It blew back hard as she struck a 
Cadd9
match
Em                                
But she cupped it just in time??. 
        F#
 And she sent that ash tray

Cadd9       F#              G \ 
And holding back the flood, Just
F# \ Em
 don't do no good
Cadd9     F#                    G
You can't unclench your teeth, To
 \ F# \ Em
 howl the way you should
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So you curl your lips around, The 
 F# \ Em
taste, the tears, and the hollow 
sound
Cadd9                         F#
That no one owns but you, No one 
owns but you

     Cadd9   F#   Em   F#   

Cadd9   F#

G               Cadd9         F#    
           x2
Carlos took the road gig and he saw 
it through, He rode the tour bus 
while the singer flew
Cadd9                    F#      
Managed out of music row, Carlos 
                      Em           
never saw the studio, Session guys 
                   F#
had that all sewn up.

G             Cadd9             F#  
           x2
He looks out the window and it 
starts to sleet, Laying on a 
friend's couch on Nevada Street
Cadd9            F#            G
Lately he's been staying high, 
                        Cadd9
Sick all winter and they don't know 
why
 Em                             
They don't know why or they just 
                      F#
won't say, They don't talk much down
 at the V.A.

Cadd9                 F#
And Ruby's in his thoughts 
              G                    
sometimes, What thoughts can get 
    Cadd9
out past the wine
Em                                
He feels her fingers on his brow, 
     F#
And right then he misses how
Cadd9                         
She looked in that gray morning 
           F#
light, She never shaved like they 
all do now
Cadd9                             
He sees it all behind his eyes, 
     F#
and his hands go searching but they 
come up dry

Cadd9                              
And half way in that wakin' dream, 
F#
Carlos lets the land line ring
G                          
He never guessed it was Ruby 
              Cadd9
calling, The pin in her hip from the
 gray colt falling
Em                         
Figure eight in a lazy lope, 
  F#
Stumbled on that slippery slope


Cadd9          F#           G \ 
And holding back the flood, Just
F# \ Em
 don't do no good
Cadd9          F#               G
You can't unclench your teeth, To
 \ F# \ Em
 howl the way you should
Cadd9          F#             G \ 
So you curl your lips around, The 
F# \ Em
taste, the tears, and the hollow 
sound
Cadd9                        F#
That no one owns but you, No one 
owns but you