
Ragdoll Blues Zita Swoon
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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
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
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