| Born and raised as a rich man’s son
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| You were always the restless one
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| Living high only made you low
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| So you packed up and hit the road
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| Hey, it’s the Ragamuffin Man
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| Life was so grand, you used to stand
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| Holdin' your head up high
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| Look at you now, I wonder how
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| You can be satisfied
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| Stowed a ride on a westbound train
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| Called yourself by another name
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| Spent your nights in a mission home
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| Cast away the life that you’d known
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| Hey, it’s the Ragamuffin Man
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| Life was so grand, you used to stand
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| Holdin' your head up high
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| Look at you now, I wonder how
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| You can be satisfied
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| As you rise in the mornin' rain
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| Take a look down that road again
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| Does the thought ever grab your mind
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| For the life that you’ve left behind?
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| Hey, it’s the Ragamuffin Man
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| Life was so grand, you used to stand
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| Holdin' your head up high
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| Look at you now, I wonder how
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| You can be satisfied
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| Hey, it’s the Ragamuffin Man
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| Hey, it’s the Ragamuffin Man |