Camper Van Beethoven – Jack Ruby (Guitar)

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I remember his hat tilted forward

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His glasses are folded in his vest

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And he seems like the kind of man who beats his horses

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Or the dancers who work at a bar

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We saw on the screen his face for a moment

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No time to plead or even ask why

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Jack Ru--by appears from out of nowhere

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Then disappears in broad daylight

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'Cause he's a friend of that cloven-hoofed gangster the devil

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He's been seen with the sheriff and the police

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Drinking whiskey and water after hours, saying

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"Let's do business, boys. The drinks are on me."

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So draw the box along quickly

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Avert your eyes with shame

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Let us stand and speak of the weather

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And pretend nothing ever happened on that day

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Grant us the luxury, 'cause all our heroes are bastards

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Grant us the luxury, 'cause all our heroes are thieves

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Of the innocence of the afternoons

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Now we think it's a virtue  to simply survive

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But it feels like this calm it's decaying

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It's collapsing under its own weight

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And I think its your friend the hangman coming

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Choking back a laugh, a drunkard swaggering to your door

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Now do you feel that cold, icy presence

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In the morning with coffee and with bread

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Do you feel it in the movement of traffic

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And days are terrible, simply forget