Losing Man's Blues
Like a leaf blowing in the wind,
been up and down this dusty trail
here to there, back here again,
my reckless laid plans on the rail.
I used to act like a crown jewel,
not knowing this was high stakes poker,
but life’s cruel, caught being a fool,
my deck stacked full of jokers.
Head still sizzling from the trial,
was the fault yours, maybe mine,
I was the one who got nailed,
doing time in cell number 9.
My heart can’t accept the truth,
my life, a living sacrifice,
with nothing left to lose,
except for these losing man’s blues…
When I get out of this jail,
I will stay on the right side of the line,
walk the straight and narrow,
buff up these ‘ol’ shoes ‘til’ they shine.
Stop my rambling, gambling ways,
get a good hearted woman, sette down,
hunt me up a little cabin,
in some forgotten lonesome town..
Once I untie these chains that bind;
been tried and found wanting
by the courtroom of life,
this past won’t stop its haunting,
my mind at the end of the line.
My heart can’t accept the truth,
my life, a living sacrifice,
with nothing left to lose,
excepting these losing man’s blues…
Accepting these lonesome blues
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