Mary Ruth is mine.
Lovely as I love her.
She would never hide
Herself with another.
And I lost myself in the drying winter cold.
Don't know a thing about life but I am in love with your soul.
Mary Ruth my light,
Kicking as I stole her.
There behind the shed
I made her body older.
There had been a storm
Rolling from the mountain.
Now that her back was worn
Everything came down.
She said I lost myself in the drying winter cold.
Don't know a thing about life but I'm in love with your soul.
Oh my darling wait
Wait for me to throw out
All my sails or brakes
Till the summer she said.