The Losing Kind

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[Verse]
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Lost my job, I lost my money.
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I turned my back and lost my honey.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing kind.
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Lost my license cause I drove too fast.
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Got in a game and I lost my cash.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing kind.

[Refrain]
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Someday the cops are gonna come around,
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And turn me over to the lost and found.
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I was sittin' on the porch the other day,
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And watched the finance man drive my car way.
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I'm too proud to crawl, I'm too weak to run.
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I'd shoot myself but I lost my gun.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing kind.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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The only way that I can win,
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Is pick a fight and bet on him.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing kind.

[Refrain]
A                          E
Someday the cops are gonna come around,
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And turn me in to the lost and found.
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I just got a letter from my baby of mine.
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She's in Las Vegas and she likes it fine.
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I bet on the horses to recoop my losses.
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And lose the tickets on the winning horses.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing kind.