Jack Ruby - Paul Metsa

    [Chorus]
    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby in a cavanaugh hat
    Whoever taught you to shoot a pistol like that
    Oh, you snuck in the basement and you stood in the back
    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby in a cavanaugh hat

    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were fifteen years old
    On the south side of Chicago you looked up to Capone
    Stole girls lunch money beat boys on their way home
    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were fifteen years old

    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were twenty-one
    you traded brass knuckles for a caliber gun
    In the Sherman Hotel bootleg whiskey did run
    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were twenty-one

    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were thirty-five
    Set up shop in Dallas, had nothing to hide
    A nightclub with hookers and cops side by side
    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby, when you were thirty-five

    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were forty-nine
    At the Carousel Club you kept the judges in line
    J. Edgar Hoover said there's no organized crime
    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were forty-nine.

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    Did the Kingfish in New Orleans give you the key
    The numbers to contact the men you should see
    A confederate cloak of conspiracy
    With an eye toward November, 1963

    When the motorcade turned on Houston and Elm
    Into the crossfire where Camelot fell
    Were the shots from the window
    or 6th floor window well?
    In Dealey Plaza more than three empty shells

    Was Lee Harvey Oswald the only one?
    What of those in the bushes who started to run
    With secret service credentials and government guns
    They'd answer no questions for what they had done

    Oswald was set up, so he did say
    Before he appeared in the basement driveway
    On live television Ruby sent his soul away
    God speed the witness with something to say

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    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby when you were sixty-four
    Told Dorothy Kilgallen you'd even the score
    From your jail cell gave names and numbers and more
    In forty-eight hours she lay dead on the floor

    Jack Ruby, Jack Ruby come back from the grave
    Tell us for real whose lives you would save
    And the powers behind the deals that were made
    How a Presidents murder became your stock and trade

    For those who are guilty who endure to this day
    Got their visas in D.C. and got on their way
    Others laid low until Election Day
    A day of high treason and a quick getaway

    Did the Warren Commission mean what they say?
    Did the mob or oil money get in the way?
    Did the shadow of Cuba darken the day?
    In Dallas County the land of LBJ
    In Dallas County the land of LBJ

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