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