What's the Point of Losing

I know a place where the river flows It's got big tall trees and the blackest crows Order fetched up and read a curse of blood And the whole town had but a dying love See by the rising sun That you were gonna up and leave What's the point of losing If I can't lose this Hardened by the land Stood a worn out drifter Came to this here town With his much younger sister Little did she know She'd be the bearer of good news Un-cursed the town and Led the couples to church pews Transparent excuses you're using Should be dead