Ragdoll Blues

Ragdoll blues by A Beatband

Ragdoll blues

I got brand new shoes

I got hotel, hotel

But I ain't got no place to go



Inside, outside

Baby take me down

Spill my name on your sacres 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 a 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 a crying my blues

I'm a not being sober

I'm a not being true

I got hearts

I got cards

I got Valentine's Charts

I got them banging from the street up the sidewalk

They are hanging from a tree on the junkyard

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