Losin' Kind |
My name is Frank Davis, driver Dixie 109
I was out on Highway 17, just south of the Camden line
It was down there in the heart of Wilsonville where I met my fate
She was standing outside the barroom, said she was waiting for her date
But I knew that that was just a line
And I knew I was messing with a losing kind
Well I knew what we were both doing and I knew that you can't win
But when the light turned green, I reached across the seat, popped the lock and she slid in
She said she liked Mexican music, she knew a place if I had the time
Well we had a few drinks and we danced awhile, I pulled her close, she didn't mind
And what I knew kinda slipped my mind
And I couldn't resist her messing with the losing kind
Well we drove around in my Buick, getting drunk and having fun
Well we ended up at this Best Western out on Highway 101
Was around 3 A.M. we went out to this empty little roadside bar
It was there the cash register was open, it was there I hit that guy too hard
But I knew when I hit him for the second time
That one attracts the other when you're the losing kind
Well I grabbed her hand to get out of there and I felt like I was gonna be sick
And half hour later the sleet started coming down and that highway got pretty slick
I seen some lights in my rearview mirror, I guess I panicked and I gave her a gun
Well then I wrapped us around a telephone pole south on Highway 101
Well she just stumbled out onto the bank and sat down in a pout
Well I kicked out the driver's side window but buddy when I got out
Well all I had to greet me was a highway patrolman's .45
He looked at the wreck and then he said, "Son you're lucky to be alive"
Well sir I'll think that one over if you don't mind
Now luck ain't much good to you when it's the losing kind
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