Losers - Dave Van Ronk

    I blew my wad playing seven card stud
    I was playing for money, they was playing for blood
    On the way back home the big winner got mugged
    Now he's just another loser like me
    Losers, losers- I got took for my whosis
    The chump got crowned now he's goin to be bound
    And he's just another loser like me

    See that kid in the back of the bar
    Pickin' up a storm on a Martin guitar
    That poor fool thinks he's gonna be a star
    He's just another loser like me
    Losers, losers - some are raggers some are bluesers
    Makin' disco sounds in a Hojo lounge
    With a bunch of other losers like me

    Love has busted up this cat for sure
    He's crying like a baby at his baby's door
    That poor fool don't know what he's crying for
    He's just another loser like me
    Losers, losers - can't say "no" to cruisers
    When she says "when?", he'lI be back again
    And he's just another loser like me

    There's a hobo up in heaven on the golden street
    He'll panhandle every angel that he'll meet
    he'd hock his harp fopr some sneaky pete
    He's just another loser like me
    Losers, Losers - some are dopers some are boozers
    All the Muscatel is down in Hell
    And he's just another loser like me

    When God appeared to saint John Wayne
    He told him " Duke, l'm a comin' again"
    "Life is just a wagon train
    And l'm glad you're not a loser like me"
    Losers, losers - ten gallon bruisers
    From Gengis Kahn to the fuller brush man
    They're just a bunch of losers like me

    © 1987 By Dave Van Ronk
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