Johnny Cash / Traditional (as well as many others) - The Losing Kind Тексты

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