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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
