Long Line of Losers
Lyrics
Grand daddy was Irish-Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half his life in the Montgomery County jail
Grandma she got drunk and left
All her kids on her mama's front steps
Nobody's heard from her since she hightailed
I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
Well, I'm part hippy, a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am
Now, daddy never finished school
But he shot one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealing cars down in Birmingham
Mama always went to church
But we soon found out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with a preacher man
I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
Well, I'm part hippy, a little red neck
Well, I'm always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am
I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
Well, I'm part hippy, a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am
I come from a long line of losers
Oh yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Fowler, Kim Tribble
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CALHOUN ENTERPRISES, BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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