LOOSIN' KIND

My name is Frank Davis, drive a Dixie 109
I was out on Highway 17, just south of Camden Line
It was down there in the heart of Wilsonville where I met my fate
She was standing outside the bar room said she was waiting for a date

But I knew that that was just a line
And I knew I was messin' with a Losin' Kind

Well I knew we were both foolin' 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 a while
I pulled her close, she didn't mind

And what I knew kinda slipped my mind
And I couldn't resist her messin with a Losin' 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
It was around 3 a.m. we went out to this empty little road side bar
It was there that the cash register was open
It was there I hit that guy real hard
But I knew when I hit him for the second time
That one attracts the other when you're the Losin' Kind

Well I grabbed her hand to get out of there
And I felt like I was gonna get sick
And a half hour later the sleet started come down and that highway got pretty slick
I seen some lights in my rear-view mirror I guess I panicked and gave her a gun
Well then I wrapped us around a telephone pole south on Highway 101
Well she just stumbled out on to the banks
And sat down in a pout
I kicked out the driver 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 wreak and then he said "Son you're lucky to be alive"
"Well Sir I'll think that one over if you don't mind
Luck ain't much good to you when you're the Losin' Kind

 


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1981 / 1982 für "Nebraska" geschrieben und aufgenommen. Niemals veröffentlicht.