MudLark: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, where you been so long?
Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, ain’t got no home.

Well, you oughtta been in town when old Ruben, he come down.
You could hear his whistle blow a hundred miles.
Hundred miles, hundred, hundred miles,
Hear his whistle blow a hundred miles.

Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, where you been so long?

The hobo says to the tramp, “The leaves are cold and the woods are damp.
And I’ll never see my home this a-way.
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way down the river road,
I’ll never see my home this a-way.”

Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, where you been so long?

The hobo says to the bum, “If you got some liquor, give me some,
‘Cause I’ll never see my mother this a-way.
This a-way, this a-way, this a-way down the river road,
I’ll never see my mother this a-way.”

Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, where you been so long?

Took my razor blade, laid Ruben in the shade.
I’m startin’ me a graveyard of my own

Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, where you been so long?
Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, ain’t got no home.