Jack Ruby Songtext
von Paul Metsa

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
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
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 towards November 1963
When the motorcade turned on Houston and Elm
Into the crossfire where Camelot fell
Were the shots from the bush 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 blew his soul away
God speed the witness with something to say
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 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 did save
And the powers behind the deals that were made
How a Presidents murder became your stock and trade
For those who are guilty are alive 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
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