Rag

My daddy played the flat top
And my mother loved to dance
I’ll get a girl like her
If I ever get the chance
Every girl I meet
They just made me sick and sad
And she’s steppin’ all over my rag

Been all around this country
Lookin’ for a girl
Cause if you want to dance
You need a partner in this world
But they just break my heart
Before I even drop my bags
And they’re steppin’ all over my rag

I met a preacher’s daughter
Who never heard the word
She’d fallen out of grace
She was a pretty little bird
She did the Chi-town shimmy
And she did the Dixie drag
But she stepped all over my rag

I had a girl in Frisco
She wore a dress of red
I gave her all my money
And she took me home to bed
But the only dance she did
Was the San Francisco shag
Then she stepped alll over my rag

Her comes Miss Mississippi
She’s bustin’ into town
Spendin’ all her money
Makin’ all the rounds
Sit down now pretty lady
Cause you’re all bull and brag
Steppin’ all over my rag

I know someday I ’ll find her
In some cold back water town
She’ll come swingin’ thru them bar room doors
And never touch the ground
Until I find my honey
I’m still on that whiskey jag
And they’re steppin’ all over my rag

Written by Robert Hazard - © 2004 ASCAP