Ragged but Right



I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged* but right;

Thief and a gamblin' man, drunk every night.

I eat porterhouse steak three times a day for my board,

That's more than any ordinary man can afford.

I've got pretty little gals layin' 'round at my feet,

Big electric fan to keep me cool when I sleep;

I'm a ramblin' man, a gamblin' man, and Lord! Am I tight!

I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right.



I left a pretty little gal layin' there on the floor

Gave her all my love, and who could ask me for more?

Gave her my last quarter just to buy her a drink,

Showed her to the door, and then... What do you think?

I said, "Go home to your mother, and tell her for me

I'm hittin' the road just 'cause I want to be free.

'Cause I'm a ramblin' man, a gamblin' man, and Lord! Am I tight!

I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right.

*I first heard it as "rugged" RG

recorded by Phil Harris

@outlaw @gamble

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