Chuck Ragan Intro Lyrics & Chords By Chuck Ragan

I just dropped by to show you what a mess I've made of me. I cut out all of my sick thoughts with fine swiss cutlery. And I'm doing way better these days, Thoughts of dying only...read more

She met me at the airport with my little baby girls I mumbled something slurry like I would As if I'd been around the world Or just had one too many drinks I think I slept on...read more

A poor man with a rich man's habit is a dead man Like a gun is nothing until in some ones hand A funeral is party without a corpse And a wedding is two strangers then divorce A...read more

Oh, I for one may not shy, Away from the fact that I'm sick, And too tired to stand this, It all seems contagious. I know a few would back that up, Can't say a few is not...read more

While the crowd is waiting for the final kiss The one which allows them to sleep well We'll walk along our own path The one which will lead us to our own bliss But we need...read more