"When the sun hits it right on its way down it was the prettiest thing
In our little town. Every hour I'd
Sneak a glance over at the plastic frame and cracked
Glass that holds the picture of Ruby's two sad
Daughters. Last mill closed when I was nine and
Daddy left and Momma cried again, I spent my
Nights cleaning Ruby's floors, just another caf' on
A wind swept highway the farmers bitched, we're no
Good at football anymore

CHORUS
In this land that knows no laughter in this land that
Holds no water, we were all in love with Ruby's two sad daughters

One went way out west, one went way wrong
One left at seventeen and the other couldn't wait that long
Neither went anywhere with me
Not to the games or the Dairy Queen
Both split with the first boy who lied sweet and looked vaguely mean

CHROUS

Why so pretty and forlorn why so permanently blue
I guess ours wasn't much of a kingdom to rule
Now when the sun hits it right on its way down
It's still the prettiest thing in our little town
Every hour I sneak a glance over at the plastic frame
And I fix the glass that holds the picture of Ruby's two sad daughters
Why did hope leave town with Ruby's two sad daughters?