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Ragged But Right (Riley Puckett?) 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 Reportedly by Riley Puckett recorded by Phil Harris RG