Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Levon Helm
Levon Helm
Mandolin
Rick Danko
Rick Danko
Background Vocals
Garth Hudson
Garth Hudson
Piano
Richard Manuel
Richard Manuel
Drums
John Simon
John Simon
Tuba
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Band
The Band
Producer
John Simon
John Simon
Co-Producer
Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson
Engineer
Joe Zagarino
Joe Zagarino
Mixing Engineer
Tony May
Tony May
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Rag, mama, rag, I can't believe it's true Rag, mama, rag, what did you do? I crawled up to the railroad track Let the 4:19 scratch my back Sag, mama, sag, now what's come over you? Rag, mama, rag, I'm a pulling out your gag Gonna turn you lose like an old caboose Got a tail I need to drag I ask about your turtle And you ask about the weather Well, I can't jump the hurdle and we can't get together We could be relaxing In my sleeping bag But all you wanna do for me, mama is- Rag, mama, rag, there's nowhere to go Rag, mama, rag, come on risin' up the bow Rag, mama, rag, where do you roam? Rag, mama, rag, bring your skinny, little body back home It's dog eat dog and cat eat mouse You can rag, mama, rag, all over my house Hailstones beatin' on the roof The bourbon is a hundred proof It's you and me and the telephone Our destiny is quite well known We don't need to sit and brag All we gotta do is rag, mama, rag, mama, rag Rag, mama, rag, where do you roam? Rag, mama, rag, bring your skinny, little body back home
Writer(s): Robbie Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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