Rag and Bone Lyrics & Tabs by The White Stripes
Rag and Bone
guitar chords lyrics
Jack: Mmm...
Meg: Rag and bone!
Jack: Rag and bone!
Meg: Rag and bone!
Jack: Rag and bone! Meg, look at this place!
Meg: What? Ooh...
Jack: Well, this place is like a mansion! It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff!
Meg: I don't know...
Jack: Look, I see something over there.
Meg: Ooh...
Jack: Man.
Well, can't you hear me selling rag and bone?
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home.
A broken trumpet or a telephone,
A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home.
A broken trumpet or a telephone,
A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,
Come on and give it to me, yeah...
A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,
Come on and give it to me.
Rag and bone, rag and bone.
A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,
Come on and give it to me.
All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones.
Jack: Well, man, look at all this, you don't want it?
Meg: I can use that.
Jack: You sure you don't want it, man? I can use... take it. It's just things that you don't want. I can use 'em. Meg can use 'em. We can do something with 'em. We'll make something out of 'em. Make some money out of 'em at least.
Meg: This fits me perfect... give it to me.
Jack: Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us. We'll give it a home.
Well, have you got something shiny for me?
Anybody got a Christmas tree?
Can you part with a toilet seat?
A-jump up, a-jump up,-a jump up,
Come on and give it to me.
Rag and bone.
We wanna get it, Granny, while it's hot.
You think it's trash, Granny, but it's not.
We'll be takin' whatever you got.
A-give up, a-give up, a-give up,
Come on and give it to me.
Whoo!
All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones.
Meg: I saw some stuff in your yard, are you going to give it to us...
Jack: Ah, Meg, don't be rude.
Meg: ...or not?
Jack: They might need it. If you don't want it, we'll take it. If you don't want to give it to us, we keep walking by. We keep going, we're not tired, but got plenty of places to go, lots of home we ain't been to yet. On the west side, the southwest side, middle east, rich house, dog house, outhouse, old folks' house. House for unwed mothers, halfway homes, catacombs, twilight zones! Lookin' for techniques, turntables, to gramophones. So take a last lick of your ice cream cone, and lock up what you still want to own. But please be kind...
Meg: Take your time.
Jack: ...and don't rewind.
Meg: That's fine.
All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones.
Yeah!
Your pretty little rags and bones.
A-jump up, a-jump up, a-jump up,
Come on and give it to me.
Ah, ah, oh, your pretty little rags and bones.
A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,
Come on and give it to us.
Yeah, 'eah, 'eah.
Ah, yeah.
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
