Story Behind the Song
This song is about the freedom to choose one's path on life.
Lyrics
As I walked out one fine summer morn,
With the sky a dancing blue.
All the flowers in the fields,
Held out their hands and said,
We've been waiting for you.
I said to the flowers "Ah, you smell so sweet,
I could sit with you all day."
But the road's callin' out to the souls of my feet,
So I best be on my way.
Cause I'm a Raggle Taggle Fellow,
With my raggle taggle song.
And I'm not a millionaire,
But I don't really care...
Where I am's where I belong.
I know a man pulls thread for a living.
He makes the nicest clothes.
And get's paid a lot of money,
For the fancy things he sews.
But to slave all day with a needle,
Is not what I'd call luck.
If I spent my life with a needle,
I think that I'd feel stuck.
Cause I'm a Raggle Taggle Fellow
With my worn out ragged pants.
And I"m not a millionaire,
But I don't really care...
What I want to do is dance...
No cares, no sorrow.
No worries 'bout tomorrow.
No house of stone,
I can carry all the things I own.
I'd rather spend my time you see,
In search of words that rhyme with free.
Cause I'm a Raggle Taggle Fellow.
With my raggle taggle clothes.
And I'm not a millionaire,
But I don't really care.
Cause the world has enough of those.
Yes I'm a Raggle Taggle Fellow.
With my raggle taggle song.
If you want to play a part,
Sing from your heart.
And you can raggle tag along.
And be a Raggle Taggle Fellow...
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