Ten miles outside the Wall of Jericho
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I might be there by morning
I might be there tonight
And then I might not be there before the end of my time
I've been breathing in the scenery
I've been trying not to cough
Waiting for the hand of kindness to pick me up and brush me off
So many ways to be a winner, I wouldn't know how to choose
And I'm not one to kid a kidder, but I know every way to lose
I was born in the valley
Down by the dandelions
Where the dew of the morning
Shines on the Christmas lights
I set out in the springtime
And rode my highs to the ground
And it got later and later
And the fields have turned brown
Y'know, I once had a birthright but then I traded it in
On a fine collection of motel pens
So many ways to be a winner, I wouldn't know how to choose
And I'm not one to kid a kidder, but I know every way to lose
Let me drive until I'm weary
Let me sleep until I rise
I'll sing for supper when I'm hard up
And religion when I die
A man can walk a lot of pavement
Turning circles round the sun
But every 24 hours
It's like he's only just begun
So many ways to be a winner, I wouldn't know how to choose
And I'm not one to kid a kidder, but I know every way to lose
I know every way to lose
I know every way to lose
I know every way to lose
