Lyrics:
to help ourselves is stay alive
Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky
won't.
Waiting on the wire,
And I'm ragged to the bone.
Mr. Rockefeller won't you
Please pick up the phone?
The reason I'm calling is to say
I'm
Lord I'm broke, I'm hungry, ragged and dirty too
Broke and hungry, ragged and dirty too
If I clean up sweet mama, can I stay all night with you.
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked
How somebody feels about me.
We're sure we love each other
That's the way we'll always be.
Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged
won't be back at all
You have run me ragged baby, your own fault your on your own
You have run me ragged baby, your own fault your on your own
You
the churches fall
In mighty arcs of sound
And all that they're containing
Yet all the ragged souls
Of all the ragged men
Looking for their lost
Won't be back at all
You have run me ragged, darlin'
It's your own fault, you're on your own
You have run me ragged baby
It's your own fault, you're
the mornin', won't be back at all
You have run me ragged baby, your own fault you're on your own
You have run me ragged baby, your own fault you're on your
How somebody feels about me.
We're sure we love each other
That's the way we'll always be.
Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged
Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But you travel along singing a song
Side by side
Oh we don't know what's coming
There's a crow flying
Dark and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something
do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in
There's a crow flying
Dark and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something
down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a ragged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a ragged mile
Your children are so
do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in
kiss my ass
D-R-U-N-K
Gettin' H-I-G-H, hi, how ya doin'?
Raise a glass to a ragged life ruined
Oh, pop a top, let's celebrate
There ain't shit
all the time
And here's to those fast horses and good hideouts
A good ol' boy on a ragged route
Searchin' for a woman an' a song about
Fast horses
feelins' hurt
All I leave behind me is a ragged old guitar
I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
Years they rolled on by, the old man
do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in
But we're not helpless
We may look ragged, because we have been torn
We're not afraid, of your kind, yeah
Anymore
I heard 'em say, that if we
How somebody feels about me.
We're sure we love each other
That's the way we'll always be.
Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged
won't be back at all
You have run me ragged baby, it's your own fault you're on your own
You have run me ragged baby, it's your own fault you're on your
his eyes
"Please buy a paper from me
So I can get me somethin' to eat
My clothes are ragged, no shoes on my feet"
Said the little paper boy, there
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