Ruby Jean

©2017 James Simpkins / 5050songs Inc (ASCAP)
Release Date: Nov 22, 2017
Produced by Demo My Song®

Came on this group of players
Setting by a barn
A bit of ‘shine in the jug
Not doin’ no harm

The man with the fiddle
He agreed to play a song
A second picked his banjo
Ukulele man played along

He explained that a fiddle’s
Just a mountain violin
Said the moonshine’s needed
For the playin’ to begin

Oh, play me that fiddle
A banjo for awhile
Ukulele in the mountains
Has its own style

An open-air concert
An orchestra of three
A mountain kind of sound
No better place to be

They played near a dozen songs
Without missing a beat
Played through brokin’ strings
One of life’s real treats

Mesmerized by their music
I sipped their moonshine
Dazzled by their sound
I stayed a long time

The sunset on the mountain
The air was coolin’ down
A light in the house told ‘em
Ruby Jean’s comin’ round

Oh, play me that fiddle
A banjo for awhile
Ukulele in the mountains
Has its own style

An open-air concert
An orchestra of three
A mountain kind of sound
No better place to be

She walked up to the trio
Took her place and they stood
Gave each a kiss on the beard
Her Band of Brotherhood

Ruby Jean started hummin’
Then broke into a song
The whole world grew silence
And angels sang along

Her voice was her vessel
She used it to take flight
She sang along with the strings
Transcended life that night

Um, um, um, ummmm
Yaa yaa yaa yaaaaa
Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
La ti da daaaa

I’m Ruby Jean and I always sing
With my Band of Brotherhood
Our music plays near every day
With angels in the woods

Computer screens and flyin’ machines
Ain’t made it to our town
Just lumber trucks and migratin’ ducks
Mixin’ with our sound

Our mountain girl with hair of curls
On top of my crown
Ain’t leavin’ home, don’t need to rome
This mountain’s where I’m bound

Um, um, um, ummmm
Yaa yaa yaa yaaaaa
Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
La ti da daaaa

Oh, play me that fiddle
A banjo for awhile
Ukulele in the mountains
Has its own style

An open-air concert
An orchestra of three
A mountain kind of sound
No better place to be

I woke the next mornin’
Where a choir of angels stood
With Ruby Jean the mountain queen
And her Band of Brotherhood

Won’t find ‘em on any chart
No concerts on the stage
Songs ain’t on the radio
They ain’t on tour these days

They just get together
When they want to play their songs
Sometimes neighbors gather ‘round
And angels sing along

Um, um, um, ummmm
Yaa yaa yaa yaaaaa
Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
La ti da daaaa

I’m Ruby Jean and I always sing
With my Band of Brotherhood
Our music plays near every day
With angels in the woods

Computer screens and flyin’ machines
Ain’t made it to our town
Just lumber trucks and migratin’ ducks
Mixin’ with our sound

Mountain girl with hair of curls
On top of my crown
Ain’t leavin’ home, don’t need to rome
This mountain’s where I’m bound

(Male Vocalist) (Female Vocalist and Female Choir)
Oh, play me that fiddle Um, um, um, ummmm
A banjo for a while Yaa yaa yaa yaaaa
Ukulele in the mountains Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
Has its own style La ti da daaaa
An open-air concert
An orchestra of three
A mountain kind of sound
No better place to be

(Male Vocalist) (Female Vocalist and Female Choir)
Oh, play me that fiddle Um, um, um, ummmm
A banjo for a while Yaa yaa yaa yaaaaa
Ukulele in the mountains Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
Has its own style La ti da daaaa
An open-air concert
An orchestra of three
A mountain kind of sound
No better place to be