Ragdoll Blues

Ragdoll blues
I got brand new shoes
I got hotel, motel
But I ain't got no place to go
ain't got no place to go

Inside outside
Baby want a girl to take me down (ooh)
Spill my name on your secret ground ooh baby
Bring your friends and
Bring 'em round (oh)
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 girl
I'm a superstar
Yeah I'm stumbling right out of my whiskey bar
oooh my ragdoll blues

Hey, I know momma
I know I'm wrong (yeah)
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 (oh)
They are hanging from a tree
on the junkjard (ooh men)
They are flying to the stars
Driving cool cars
got them stumbling right out of whiskey bars (ooh)
With my ragdoll blues

It's not your perfume girl
It's not your style
It's just the way you drive me out of my head
You drive me wild
By looking sober
you looking sober girl
By looking clean
I see you wiggling your ass down
on the cool-dude-scene
Ooooh i got shot down two times baby
i got let down 2 times girl
Just another bad case of ragdoll blues.