A Ragged Old Man Lyrics - Singles - Utah Phillips

A bearded old bum, 

He sold trinkets and trifles, 

And he lived in a flophouse 

Till the end of his days. 

He'd been on the stage, 

Had once been an actor, 

But now he sold flowers, 

Or gave them away. 

Just a ragged old man, 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Now a lady took a picture 

To use in a contest, 

Of him and his doggy 

And it won the first prize. 

His dog's name was Rags, 

And she went to find them. 

By the time that she found them, 

The old man had died. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

His name up in lights, 

It's a long way to slide. 

Trinkets and trifles 

Might buy back his pride. 

But I don't think these things 

Should offend me or you. 

This world is a stage 

And we're all actors too. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

A picture, you see, 

It won the first prize. 

The use of his hands 

And the touch of his eyes 

Were always so gentle 

Although he was poor, 

And he'd always know Rags 

By the ribbons he wore. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

But I don't think these things 

Should offend me or you. 

This world is a stage 

And we're all actors too. 

Just a ragged old man 

A bearded old bum, 

He sold trinkets and trifles, 

And he lived in a flophouse 

Till the end of his days. 

He'd been on the stage, 

Had once been an actor, 

But now he sold flowers, 

Or give them away. 

Just a ragged old man, 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Now a lady took a picture 

To use in a contest, 

Of him and his doggy 

And it won the first prize. 

His dog's name was Rags, 

And she went to find them. 

By the time that she found them, 

The old man had died. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

His name up in lights, 

It's a long way to slide. 

Trinkets and trifles 

Might buy back his pride. 

But I don't think these things 

Should offend me or you. 

This world is a stage 

And we're all actors too. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

A picture, you see, 

It won the first prize. 

The use of his hands 

And the touch of his eyes 

Were always so gentle 

Although he was poor, 

And he'd always know rags 

By the ribbons he wore. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

But I don't think these things 

Should offend me or you. 

This world is a stage 

And we're all actors too. 

Just a ragged old man 

A bearded old bum, 

He sold trinkets and trifles, 

And he lived in a flophouse 

Till the end of his days. 

He'd been on the stage, 

Had once been an actor, 

But now he sold flowers, 

Or give them away. 

Just a ragged old man, 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Now a lady took a picture 

To use in a contest, 

Of him and his doggy 

And it won the first prize. 

His dog's name was Rags, 

And she went to find them. 

By the time that she found them, 

The old man had died. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

His name up in lights, 

It's a long way to slide. 

Trinkets and trifles 

Might buy back his pride. 

But I don't think these things 

Should offend me or you. 

This world is a stage 

And we're all actors too. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

A picture, you see, 

It won the first prize. 

The use of his hands 

And the touch of his eyes 

Were always so gentle 

Although he was poor, 

And he'd always know rags 

By the ribbons he wore. 

Just a ragged old man 

And his ragged old doggy, 

A ragged old life, 

In a ragged old world. 

But I don't think these things 

Should offend me or you. 

This world is a stage 

And we're all actors too. 

Just a ragged old man....