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    • RUBY’S CAFÉ
      Written by: Barry P. Foley
      Copyright © 23 March 2009

      Ruby, I woke up this morning, thinking about you
         ‘Bout when we met way back in ‘92
      I was tired and hungry, just bumming my way around
      You were the first one I met, when I hit your town

      Café was empty, when I walked in
      Looking for work, BUT in need of a friend
      You said “sit down son, let me bring you some food
      Don’t you worry ‘bout no money, uh-uh,
       this one’s on ole Rube”

      I was so damm hungry, I could have eaten a horse
      You brought me a second plate, which I ate of course
      Gave me a dish washing job, making 10 dollars a day
      And a room upstairs, where I could stay

      Bridge:  Ruby, I hope you don’t hate me, for skipping town
      I couldn’t bear to face you, after I let you down
      The Sheriff’s daughter said some things, that were not true
      I never got a chance to say goodbye,
       or thanks for all you did and tried to do

      Ruby, I’m writing this letter, care of the Parkway Grill
      I don’t know your address, or you even if you work there still
      I’ve meant to write a thousand times, tell you, I’m doing okay
      If you ever down near Key West, you’ll find me at …Ruby’s Café

       Ohhh Ruby, I miss you gal, Oh Ruby…..Ru