Lyrics

Ragged Man 3:10
© 2010 James E. Thomas, Jr.
Misty Owl Music (ASCAP)

He is not ragged on the inside.
Don't pity him.
He sings in the subway for the sound.
Through echoing footsteps,
Through the rumble of the trains,
Words of the old songs,
Fly with new wings.

He sits by the wall, his guitar in his hand,
Ten thousand miles from where he began.
He's dirty and he's thin
With a smile on his chin,
Nowhere to go,
But he knows where he's been.

Lightly as a feather,
He slips the words and the tunes
To thousands of strangers
Who rush right on by
Catching their ride
To places trains just don't go.

He is not ragged on the inside.
Don't pity him.
He sings in the subway for all that it brings.
For heartstrings and moonbeams
And long forgotten dreams,
He sits by the wall,
And the ragged man for you sings.