Ruby, oh ruby, dont take your love to town,
once you get there and walk around,
all you will find is a redbone hound,
and he will follow you around,
he gonna wanta take you,
way back into the country,
promissing a picnic,
down by the lake.
That picnic you two will partake,
this will be your first mistake,
for as he had promissed,
he will spread that picnic around,
there upon the ground,
and with his paw across your breast,
he will point to the stars above,
swearing his love is true.
By falls harvest moon,
fifteen pups you will have,
to follow you around,
and this you will final regret,
your lover hound,
he will be long gone,
heading down that lonesome highway,
and there you will hear his sound,
under a full cajun moon,
out following another scent.
Ruby, OH Ruby dont take your love to town.
beautify america DONT LITTER......
