Ragdoll blues

I got brand new shoes

I got hotel, motel

But I ain�t got no place to go



Inside outside

Baby take me down

Spill my name on your secret ground

Bring your friends

Bring �em round

Make them hear how their life would sound

With a bad case of ragdoll blues



Pour me coffee

Baby it smells so fine

It brings me back from crying time

I got brandy

I got candy

I�m a superstar

Yeah I�m stumbling right out of my whiskey bar

With my ragdoll blues



Hey, I know momma

I know I�m wrong

And life�s not to waste

And death won�t be long

But I got me this picture

Of the precious taboo

And they got me convicted

Yeah, I�m crying my blues

I�m not being sober

I�m not being true

I got hearts

I got cards

I got valentine�s charts

I got them banging from the streets

up to the sidewalk

They are hanging from a tree

on the junkjard

They are flying to the stars

Driving cool cars

They are stumbling right out of whiskey bars

With my ragdoll blues



It�s not your perfume

It�s not your style

It�s the way you drive me out of my head

You drive me wild

By looking sober

By looking clean

I see you wiggling your ass down

on the cool-dude-scene

Oh I got ragdoll blues

Just another bad case of ragdoll blues