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