Ruben Johnson had a lover by the name of Anna Lee
She was a marvel of sweet mystery and delight
And on her belly he would lay his tired head among the leaves
Along the river bank beyond the factory light
Ruben Johnson, Ruben Johnson where'd you ever get the nerve
To make a lover of the likes of Anna Lee
There's bitter poison in that wine though nothing ever felt so fine
And she never meant to do no harm to thee
Of an evening in the barroom, Ruben Johnson with his beer
A sullen rounder moving close to Anna Lee
In his eyes a burning fire and in his pocket was a knife
And Ruben Johnson said this lady is with me
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Then that knife just like a shark it swam down deep in Ruben's heart
And all the mysteries of Babylon revealed
And he beheld a flaming dove descend upon his lady love
And then his legs betrayed him and he kneeled
Anna Lee she cried aloud and in her eyes there was a cloud
A-raining blood down in the canyons of her brain
But Ruben Johnson he was free and all the drunkards they agree
We'll never see another man like him again
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