I left my wife and my child behind, and now I ride that Family Line.

They call me a loser, and I don’t know why, but what the hell is “to ride the blind?”

Unemployment, another town, fifty empty beers pays a quarter a pound.

Well, I’m a loser so shake my hand, the lord knows I’m a righteous man.

When things start working, I’d just as soon quit.

Receiving and deserving are slightly different.

Salvation Army evangelist shakes her tambourine while I slice my wrist.

Well, I’m a loser pant leg for hat, I live way down by the railroad tracks.