 O' lord I think I'm falling, to my disbelief
I'm cursing like a sailor and lying like a thief
It's hard to heed the calling from the better side of me
When I'm blaming everybody else, and no one's coming clean
O' lord can you see, my thick skin wearing thin
And the demons of a lesser me, are beckoning me in
Those who gathered'round me, I'm watching them all leave
'Cause I am my own ragged company
You can take a trip to China, or take a boat to Spain
take a blue canoe around the world, and never come back again
But traveling don't change a thing, it only makes it worse
Unless the trip you take is in to change your cruel course
‘Cause every town's got a mirror
And every mirror still shows me
That I am my own ragged company
I am my own ragged company
Won't you help me lord . . .
Won't you help me lord . . .
Someone cut the cord . . .
And I'm falling back again . . .
Oh it's lonely, lord it's mighty cold
And I don't want to live this way, afraid of growing old
It's hard to heed the warning, when you cannot see the crime
The only way to remember is to forget in a rhyme
And I'm scared to tread the red road, that leads to Galilee
'Cause I am my own ragged company
I am my own ragged company
Oh I am my own ragged company
I am my own ragged company
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