is kinda run down" He said, "No, it'll do for our little town" I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got
daddy's feet I'm a rambler and a gambler, I've lead a dirty life I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right I tell you folks I'm ragged but I'm right
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? Lord,
Those words are all remainders Echoes growing in the heart of twilight They lay back laughing at naivety's star Awaken all those whispers in the dusty
Telegram force and ready I knew this was a big mistake There's a fine line drawing my senses together And I think it's about to break If I listen close
scared to tread the red road that leads to Galilee 'Cause I am my own ragged company I am my own ragged company I am my own ragged company I am my own ragged
The reflex The reflex The reflex The reflex You've gone too far this time But I'm dancing on the Valentine I tell you somebody's fooling around With
kind With far too many questions for the answers in our minds Stranded in the middle but all is black and white Somewhere between ragged and right Somewhere between ragged
She's got a place where she likes to hide from this Where someday somewhere somehow She's gonna take a ride from this Running from a holy host of dark
Tilting at windmills on a downtown street O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat Looking for a
I'm so tired of all this crap That falls from you like rain Do you think that I'm that naive Or have you gone insane You can fly six thousand miles And
burns for the midnight sun Ragged Ass Road All the time, again and again Standin' out where you might see them shine Oh, did you find the midnight sun Down on Ragged
You talk as if in riddles You talk as if in rhymes Down in the lion's lair Stroke yourself to feel so fine And what are you afraid of? Afraid to get
Sit around and curse Apocalypse in verse Gets so you can't recognize the gentlemen from the jerks Verbal masturbation prime time on the air Outside there
Just a song before I leave A few words to believe in A touch we'll both remember in time Like a warm fire in December They'll remind us who is real And
The message is faint but it's coming in clear Meet by the lake far away from here The place we'd meet, way back when Hearts as one Can you show me how
I find it hard to imagine This world without guns and wars When we have our own private battles Our own bashing and slamming of doors What makes us want
Midnight, I think I'm gonna make it Feel the magical lash of the roll and the crash in their lives Headline, in tomorrow's papers Kill that light it's
