The Losing Kind - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)
Written by：Johnny Cash
Lost my job and I lost my money
I turn my back and I lost my honey
Lord I guess I'm just the losing kind
I 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 sitting on the porch
The other day and watched the finance man drive my car away
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
Well if it was a raining dollar bills
And I was up on the highest hill
Clouds break out know 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
