| Born and raised as a rich man’s son |
| You were always a restless one |
| Living high only made you low |
| So you packed up and hit the road |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| Life was so grand, you used to stand |
| Holding your head up high |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| Just look at you now, I wonder how |
| You can be satisfied? |
| Stowed a ride on a westbound train |
| Called yourself by another name |
| Spent your nights in a mission home |
| Cast away the life that you’d known |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| Life was so grand, you used to stand |
| Holding your head up high |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| Just look at you now, I wonder how |
| You can be satisfied? |
| As you rise in the mornin' rain |
| Take a look down that road again |
| Does the thought ever grab your mind |
| For the life that you’ve left behind? |
| Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| Life was so grand, you used to stand |
| Holding your head up high, high |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| Just look at you now, I wonder how |
| You can be satisfied? |
| (Oh, no, no, no) |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| La, la la la |
| La la la la |
| Hey, Mister Ragamuffin Man |
| La, la la la |
| La la la la… |