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.