| He will leave behind all of his clothes |
| He wore when he was with her |
| All he need’s are his railroad boots |
| And his leather jacket |
| As he say goodbye to Ruby’s arms |
| Although his heart is breaking |
| He will steal away out through her blinds |
| For soon she will be waking |
| Morning light has washed her face |
| And everything is turning blue now |
| She holds onto her pillow case |
| There’s nothing he can do now |
| As he says goodbye to Ruby’s arms |
| He says she’ll find another soldier |
| And he swears to God by Christmas time |
| There’ll be someone else to hold you |
| The only thing he’s taking is |
| The scarf off of her clothesline |
| He’ll hurry past her chest of drawers |
| And her broken wind chimes |
| As he says goodbye |
| He says goodbye |
| Goodbye to Ruby’s arms |
| He will feel his way down her darkened hall |
| And out into the morning |
| The hobos in the freight yards |
| Have kept their fires burning |
| And Jesus Christ this cold hard rain |
| Won’t someone put him on his train |
| He’ll never kiss her lips again |
| Or break her heart |
| As he says goodbye |
| He says goodbye |
| Say goodbye to Ruby’s arms |