Ragdoll blues

I got brand new shoes

I got hotel, motel

But I aint 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

Im a superstar

Yeah Im stumbling right out of my whiskey bar

With my ragdoll blues



Hey, I know momma

I know Im wrong

And lifes not to waste

And death wont be long

But I got me this picture

Of the precious taboo

And they got me convicted

Yeah, Im crying my blues

Im not being sober

Im not being true

I got hearts

I got cards

I got valentines 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



Its not your perfume

Its not your style

Its 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.