Doin' That Rag

Sitting in Mangrove Valley chasing lightbeams Everything wanders from baby to Z Baby, baby, pretty, young on Tuesday Old like a rum drinking demon at tea Baby, baby, tell me what's the matter Why, why tell me, what's your why now? Tell me why will you never come home? Tell me what's your reason if you got a good one Everywhere I go The people all know Everyone's doin' that rag Take my line go fishing for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three Rain gonna come but the rain gonna go, you know Stepping off sharply from the rank and file Awful cold and dark like a dungeon Maybe get a little bit darker 'fore the day Hipsters, tripsters, Real cool chicks, sir, Everyone's doin' that rag You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey Love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now But you can wade in the water And never get wet If you keep on doin' that rag One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve Come back here, Baby Louise, And tell me the name Of the game that you play Is it all fall down? Is it all go under? Is it all fall down, down, down Is it all go under? Everywhere I go The people all know Everybody's doin' that rag