-peak Billboard position # 37 in 1965-Words and Music by Helen Miller and Roger AtkinsThere's a girl who lives down the trackIn a little shack made of timber woodAnd her clothes are all hand-me-downsFrom the folks in town who treat her so goodThough she hasn't got a dimeI'm so proud that she's all mine'cause to me she's a princess in ragsNow her dad, he's a worn-out manPrayin' if he can make enough to eatAnd her mom cleans for everyoneTill the day is done just to make ends meetAll her wealth is in her charmsAnd the sweetness of her armsHow I love my poor princess in ragsI know some day I'll find a wayTo take her out of this old placeI'll work and slave, scrimp and saveTo change her rags to silk and laceThough it hurts and my body achesFrom the pain it takes just to set things rightBut for now I must be contentWith each moment spent in her arms each nightShe's the only girl for meAnd some day it's gotta beJust me and my princess in ragsShe's the only girl for meAnd some day it's gotta beJust me and my princess in rags