The Losing Kind

Lost my job, i lost my money
I turn my back and lost my honey
Lord i guess i’m just the losing kind

Lost my license ’cause i drove too fast
Got in a game and i lost my cash
Lord i guess i’m just the losing kind

Some day the cops are gonna come around
And turn me over to the lost and found
I was sitting on the porch the other day
And watched the finance man drive my car away

I’m too proud to crawl too weak to run
I’d shoot myself but i lost my gun
Lord i guess i’m just the losing kind

Well if it was a-raining dollar bills
And i was up on the highest hill
Clouds would break out and the sun would shine

The only way that i can win
Is pick a fight and bet on him
Lord i guess i’m just the losing kind

Some day the cops are gonna come around
And turn me over to the lost and found
I just got a letter from a baby of mine
She’s in las vegas and she likes it fine

I’m too proud to crawl and i’m too weak to run
I’d shoot myself but i lost my gun
Lord i guess i’m just the losing kind

I bet on the horses to recoup my losses
And lost the tickets on the winning horses
Lord i guess i’m just the losing kind