Somewhere Between Ragged And Right - John Anderson, Waylon Jennings

We’re all polyester poets and pickers of a kind

With far too many questions for the answers in our minds

Stranded in the middle but all is black and white

Somewhere between ragged and right

Somewhere between ragged and right

Like a bus load of taxi drivers learnin' how to fly

We’re on automatic pilot driftin' through our lives

Somewhere between ragged and right

We’re a gang of drug store cowboys

With silver spurs and leather vests

Hillbilly Casanovas, fastest guitars in the West

We’re trackin' down a system, spoilin' for a fight

Somewhere between ragged and right

Somewhere between ragged and right

Like a bus load of taxi drivers learning how to fly

We’re on automatic pilot, driftin' through our lives

Somewhere between ragged and right

Somewhere between ragged and right